Xiao Yi danced his shamanic dance around Xiao Yan with such vigor that he stirred up gusts of wind. His bell rang loud enough to shake the heavens, and the "incantations" pouring from his mouth grew increasingly impassioned.
He watched as Xiao Yan seemingly "buckled under the strain," his body swaying as he obligingly sank to his knees, then sprawled weakly on the ground, looking as though the "evil spirit" had tortured him to his last breath. Xiao Yi inwardly praised the kid's acting.
He spun sharply and stopped behind Xiao Yan, raising the Peachwood Sword stained with red liquid high above his head, his expression solemn and grave. The Xiao Clan members in the courtyard held their breath, watching nervously, afraid to miss a single detail.
Just as everyone thought Xiao Yi was about to unleash some earth-shattering final blow, he lowered his voice and rapidly growled a sentence at the back of Xiao Yan's head in a strangely pitched language none of the Xiao Clan members present understood.
"This is because... you burned my hair!"
The Xiao Clan members could not understand this "otherworldly language." They merely thought its pronunciation unusual and its syllables forceful and sharply accented. Combined with Xiao Yi's current pose, it surely had to be some secret incantation of boundless power. Reverence deepened on every face.
Xiao Yi's gaze suddenly sharpened. Without the slightest hesitation, the Peachwood Sword in his hand whistled through the air and stabbed viciously at the... backside of Xiao Yan, who lay motionless on the ground! Although it was a wooden sword, Xiao Yi had put a fair amount of "revenge" into the thrust, and its tip struck the target with perfect precision.
"AAAARGH!"
An utterly agonized scream, barely resembling anything a human could produce, erupted from Xiao Yan's mouth.