The next day, at Jinfeng Daoist School.
"Flowers will wither, people will be dumbfounded, but my love, never say goodbye!"
——Xiao Bailong, who had changed his signature overnight to show his determination, walked into the training ground with a more resolute look in his eyes than ever before.
This also made the coach, Sword Eel, take a couple more glances at him than usual.
Apparently, he didn't expect that the youngster, who had always been so indifferent, would show some promise today, with a faint aura of sword intent emanating from his body...
'Clang——'
With a slight toss of its head, the sharp, sword-like horn on Sword Eel's forehead made a soft sound as it cut through the air.
Without saying a word, it immediately launched a surprise attack.
'Whoosh~~~'
Xiao Bailong's eyes narrowed, and twelve different blades appeared around him. One of them, a wavy, snake-shaped sword, shot out like a venomous snake, quickly coiling around the target.