"What happened?"
Liu Yunlong lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief. His opponent was clearly just a child.
Sophia had already shut her eyes, unable to bear watching what came next. But when she failed to hear any scream for quite some time, she opened them again.
The scene before her was unbelievable. Liu Yunlong had been blasted backward by the rebound. What had just happened?
Whatever had happened, at least the child was unharmed.
"You're so useless. Do your parents know?"
The Little one's face was covered in frost. Her tiny eyes stared straight at Liu Yunlong, and he actually grew afraid, a trace of timidity surfacing in him.
Useless?
He was the dignified young master of the Sword Pavilion. How could he possibly lose to a child?
He immediately recalled that sword strike. When he had slashed at the Little one, it seemed that ripples had spread across the skirt she wore.
"Hahaha! So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"
Liu Yunlong saw through what had happened in an instant.
Why was he laughing so obnoxiously?
The Little one looked utterly disdainful, unable to understand what exactly this idiot was laughing about.
"Idiot!"
"My mama said not to play with idiots."
The Little one spoke in a childish, milky voice. She was quite bold, too, walking toward Sophia.
Liu Yunlong sneered repeatedly. "Child, that outfit of yours is pretty good, but it can only protect you once!"
With his limited experience, he merely assumed that the Little one's skirt was an Immortal artifact that could protect its master only once, with an array engraved inside it. He had no idea that it was a divine skirt.
"To be safe, I'd better give it my all."
Faint golden light gathered beneath Liu Yunlong's