"You still won't talk, huh?!"
A burly man had run out of patience.
He had meant to press the greatsword in his hand against Xiao Bai's neck and force an answer out of him, but then he realized the rabbit had no neck. All he could do was poke the tip of his blade against Xiao Bai's round little belly.
"Do people these days have no compassion at all?!"
Xiao Bai couldn't help grumbling inwardly. He knew there was no salvaging his image now.
And once he confirmed that acting pitiful was useless, Xiao Bai vanished from the spot.
"Spatial Spiritual Power!!"
The crowd around him started in alarm and quickly looked about for Xiao Bai.
But Xiao Bai was a rabbit Qin Feng had raised since childhood, so running away at an opportunity like this wasn't in his nature. The instant everyone turned to look for him, he reappeared where he had been, the Shangfang Baojian in his paws bursting with razor-sharp Sword Qi.
"Ancient Wasteland rule: the loser leaves a root behind!"
Xiao Bai was like a cold-blooded swordsman, flashing in front of the burly man.
A glint of swordlight, a severed root, and a howl of agony!!
"Ah!!"
The burly man let out a miserable shriek, his face twisting into a mask of pain.
"Not good!!"
The crowd around him started in alarm and hurriedly turned to look at Xiao Bai.
But Xiao Bai calmly held out a little paw and formed a Finger Seal in the air. In the next instant, a colossal shadow engulfed them all.
"What's going on?!"
Everyone looked up instinctively, their pupils shrinking.
A gigantic Morality Brick, as big as a pyramid, had appeared above their heads. Then, like Mount Tai coming down on them, it bore down on the crowd. The