"Whoosh~"
"Whoosh~whoosh~" Countless Mountain Fire Blade Souls, their sharp edges gleaming, swept toward them like a tidal wave.
In an instant, the Bamboo Stick in Little Tai Sui's hand transformed into a spinning disc!
Like a helicopter's rotors?
Little Tai Sui spun the bamboo staff at high speed, knocking away blade souls one after another.
"Ying!" The more Little Tai Sui fought, the braver he became, his heart soaring with joy!
This silly bear has finally done it!
The blade souls aren't going after my master—they're heading for me... Ying? Who just poked my butt?
Little Tai Sui quickly switched tactics.
The bamboo stick that had been spinning upward suddenly swung in all directions, smashing away those nasty blades.
At this moment, Little Tai Sui looked just like a Shaolin Martial Monk, his staff dancing an impenetrable web, offense and defense perfectly intertwined.
"Nice!" Du Yu exclaimed loudly in praise.
