With their guards raised, they had already descended and paid very careful attention to all movements in their surroundings.
Suddenly, Xiao Ming's acute senses picked up a strange aura.
The chime of the Heavenly Flame Sword could be heard as it hurriedly shot out of Xiao Ming's hands with a hum and thrust into the empty space before him.
WUAH!
A miserable shrill howl echoed loudly as a flesh-stabbing sound was heard. Very quickly, dark purplish ash-like matter rained down from the spot where the sword pierced.
But one couldn't tell if anything was struck in the first place.
"What the hell is that?" Xiao Ming anxiously shouted in confusion.
Just now, the passive sword intent surrounding him suddenly responded with a violent force, commanding the Heavenly Flame Sword to voluntarily strike out with a vicious attack as a subconscious defense mechanism from his mind.
It had been a total accident, not planned by Xiao Ming at all.
