Xiao Ding watched helplessly as companions who had always called one another brothers were drained of their Dou Qi like playthings in that bizarre clown's hands and collapsed limply to the ground. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
This was no longer a battle, but humiliation! A trampling underfoot! He could feel the terror and despair his brothers experienced just before they fell, and even more keenly, the towering fury blazing in his chest. That fury threatened to burn his reason to ashes.
"You bastard! Stop right now!"
Xiao Ding could no longer stand idly by. His powerful Dou Qi erupted from within without restraint, forming a visible wave of energy that enveloped his entire body as he charged at the outlandishly dressed figure with the force of ten thousand tons.
Facing Xiao Ding's furious attack, Xiao Yi showed not the slightest fear. Instead, his broad grin widened even further.
With a nimble flick of his wrist, the yellow Dou Qi chain attached to the wooden bucket retracted at astonishing speed. With a soft click, the bucket that had just drained a mercenary was pulled securely back.
Xiao Yi held the shoulder pole across his body. Watching Xiao Ding charge toward him, he made no attempt to dodge. Instead, he used the other end of the pole to give the freshly retrieved wooden bucket a measured tap. A dull thunk rang out, as though he had struck some strange bell. The bucket shuddered violently, and from its mouth, one, two, three... yellow rings formed of pure energy shot out in an unending stream!
As soon as these rings left the bucket, they emitted a strange humming sound, twisting and warping slightly in midair as though they possessed lives of their own.
Like iron filings drawn to a magnet, they shot unerringly