Facing death, he could still smile?
The Mother Weasel was momentarily stunned, unknowingly captivated by Little Di Shen's smile.
It was a mesmerizing smile that transcended all, tinged with a hint of arrogance yet free-spirited, completely mismatched with the boy's age, isolating all around into a stunned pause.
The Mother Weasel's heartbeat skipped a few beats, with a blush appearing on her cheeks that she was unaware of.
"Dragon Roar!"
Suddenly, Little Di Shen shouted.
Within the blizzard, a black shadow shot forth, emitting a sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.
Its speed was even faster than that of the earlier Shadow Fire Mink.
A sword appeared in Little Di Shen's hand as if it had sprung from the ground.
With a flick of the wrist, the Nine Dragon Roar Sword was thrust downward like a javelin, piercing beneath the ice.
Little Di Shen propelled himself up, drawing the Dragon Roar Sword swiftly.
A flash of black light shot out through the air.
