Ling Yun shook his head and dodged their attacks with his movement technique!
Little one said, "Daddy, let me handle it. I'll protect you."
Ling Yun's eyes lit up. This was the perfect opportunity to teach her how to deal with enemies—he couldn't waste it!
"Qianqian, the best way to deal with them is to use a sword, or some other sharp weapon. You should know that Myriad Swords Returning to Origin is the strongest."
"But... I don't know how." Little one blinked her eyes again and again, looking adorably dazed.
"You're always slacking off. It would be great if you were even half as proactive as Beibei." Ling Yun laughed.
After being chided by Ling Yun, Little one's brows drew together slightly. Her strength no longer allowed her to keep a low profile!
"Daddy, watch closely. I know the strongest sword technique."
"Oh, really? Bragging again? You know Myriad Swords Returning to Origin?"
"Mhm, Myriad Swords Returning to Origin!"
Little one pulled his demonic sword from the void. Ling Yun jumped in fright. The demonic sword? How did she know where he had put it? Cold sweat poured down Ling Yun's back...
This was bad!
Once the demonic sword came out, blood was bound to be spilled!
Little one's forehead was already beaded with sweat, and she looked somewhat strained as she held it!
Of course she was struggling. The demonic sword was no ordinary sword; its blade was incredibly heavy. Ling Yun could see that she was using a great deal of strength to hold it!
Bang!
Little one dropped the sword... It was too heavy...
Her entire head was slick with sweat, and she panted heavily before saying in her childish voice, "Myriad Swords Returning to Origin!"
The Eight Vajras were dumbfounded. What was this, some kind