The Sword Formation

Hua Xiaoyao was very intelligent, he folded his hands and saluted, "You can count on us to look for the living dead."

Cone Nail nodded lightly towards him and smiled in a courteous manner, "Thank you, please inform us when you have found the Tibetans."

The giant pangolin hastily shook its huge head, "There is no need for the fairy maiden to handle the living dead. Po Tu is here to assume personal command, I will never return as long as I am not done killing the evil Tibetans!" The living dead were skilled in the magic spell of 'Great Xia's Nine Tripod Cauldrons', it was rather troublesome to deal with once the magic spell was launched but any living dead that was more troubling would still be cuter than Cone Nail by a million times in Po Tu's heart.