C917 A Lifeanddeath Situation!

"Not good, it's the old thief's Sword Flight technique!"

The Savage Tribe's leader bellowed, "Shield up!"

Their long blades disintegrated into a gray mist, which then coalesced into shields across their chests. In an instant, the Small Golden Sword was upon them!

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

A succession of thuds echoed as the swords met the shields, but Yang Ling's whip was already lashing out