CLANG!
Black Holy Son stood his ground, feet unmoved, while his upper body twisted a full 180 degrees, blocking Yuyi Xinzhong's katana with the snake-shaped dagger in his hand.
WHOOSH—
Billowing black flames erupted beneath Black Holy Son's feet, his cloak fluttering though there was no wind. He tilted his head, squinted, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Why?"
"..."
