Ying Que sneered. "You old beast, I'm still alive and well. Disappointed, aren't you!"
The two elder Jiaos' eyes narrowed. A moment later, murderous intent flared in both of them.
Instantly, blood streamed from Ying Que's seven orifices, yet his eyes held no trace of fear. He stubbornly stared down the two elder Jiaos.
"My son…!" his mother let out a piercing cry from the side, then fainted.
Almost simultaneously, THUD! A sword appeared in the ground before Ying Que, splattering his defiant young face with fresh blood. The elder Jiao that had been about to strike him crashed to the ground, sliced cleanly in two by the peerless edge of the Cloud Floating Sword as it descended from the heavens.
THUMP!
Without a second thought, the remaining elder Jiao dropped to its knees and prostrated itself on the ground. Its body trembled, and it didn't dare breathe too loudly.
