"My master is worth more than all the gold in the world. No one deserves him, and certainly not a foul-mouthed bastard like you gets to slander him!"
Xiao Qinghe exploded with fury and, dragging his injured body forward, charged headfirst at him.
So what if his cultivation fell short, if he had no weapon and couldn't win?
His skull was hard enough!
Bang!
Their foreheads collided.
His head rang.
Zhao Guangyi staggered back two steps, feeling a streak of blood slide past his eyes.
He raised a hand to touch it.
Red.
The headbutt had actually drawn blood!
Xiao Qinghe was no better off. He dropped to one knee, barely steadying himself.
His forehead was a glaring patch of bloody red.
Yet he was smiling, though his smile was ice-cold.
"Say one more fucking word about my master, and even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"
"You useless trash! You dare hurt me!"
Beside himself with rage, Zhao Guangyi raised his sword high and thrust straight at Xiao Qinghe's throat.
Xiao Qinghe swayed, too weak to do anything but watch.
He watched the blade draw close, ready to spill his blood in the very next second.
Whoosh!
A peach blossom petal shot over and struck the edge of the sword.
Soft as it was, the petal struck hard enough to send cold sparks flying.
The ferocious force numbed Zhao Guangyi's hand, nearly knocking the sword from his grip.
"Who's hiding there? Come out!"
Zhao Guangyi flew into a rage.
But another peach blossom petal was his only answer.
Whoosh!
A flash of pink hurtled toward him.
It skimmed across Zhao Guangyi's forehead.
It came unseen, but left clear evidence behind.
A tuft of black hair drifted down.
Everything happened so fast that Zhao Guangyi failed to