A piercing whistle.
A flash of sword light appeared as if from nowhere, striking a demon with perfect accuracy in the heart.
Amid the clear clang of metal, Xue Shan's figure materialized in mid-air.
The longsword's blade bent into an almost perfect right angle before violently snapping straight again.
Xue Shan was thrown back in a somersault. He stared at the demon's scales and spat a curse.
"Come on! Come and get me!"
Xue Shan raised his middle finger at the Tier Three Demon and shouted.
'Just as I'd expect from a Tier Three Demon,' he cursed inwardly. 'Its scales are unbelievably tough. I put everything I had into that strike, and I couldn't even break one.'
"Dammit, I picked the wrong one. This thing is a job for Wu the Second."
Xue Shan grumbled under his breath, but now that he was in it, he didn't turn tail and run.
"Get over here!"
He taunted the Tier Three Demon.
A flash of human-like fury crossed the Tier Three Demon's eyes, and it let out a furious roar.
