Ouyang Ce fell silent for a moment, then suddenly formed a Mystic Seal with both hands.
"Die!"
He roared.
Pfft.
A Long Sword pierced his chest.
Xi stood behind Ouyang Ce, gripping the hilt, a smile spreading across her face.
"My master is rather curious. He can't figure out why you keep targeting him, so he asked me to come and ask you."
"Th-then ask." Ouyang Ce endured the pain, not daring to move.
"I should ask just because you say so? Hmph. You keep making trouble for my master, and I'm very angry," Xi said.
The hilt slowly turned.
Ouyang Ce let out a shrill scream.
But no one came to save him.
Xi's brow finally eased, and she said to herself:
"I'll go back and tell Master you were far too weak, and I accidentally killed you before I knew it. Then he can hardly blame me."
"What do you think?"
The Long Sword began to press harder.
"But then you won't be able to complete his task!" Ouyang Ce cried hastily.
"That's true. Still... I think I'll kill you once first, just to settle this irritation in my heart."
As Xi finished speaking, the Long Sword suddenly became a succession of slow-moving afterimages.
Countless afterimages struck Ouyang Ce at once, slowly carving up his body. He screamed until his voice gave out.
A moment later.
Blood covered the floor.
Some blood had splashed onto Xi, but she let out a refreshed breath and smiled.
"That felt much better."
Several breaths later.
A figure appeared without a sound.
"He's dead," Xu Yuan said.
"Yes," Xi said cautiously. "I didn't expect him to be so weak, either. He couldn't even withstand one move—Master, please punish me."
"There's nothing to punish you for." Xu Yuan shook his head.
Xi brightened