"Alright, come on, but this time you won't have as much luck!" Liu Zhiming said with a faint smile, and then slowly walked towards Babo.
"No good, Babo, I'm coming to help you!"
Bazong, who had been standing quietly observing the situation from afar, suddenly shouted, leaping high and swinging the machete in his hand towards Liu Zhiming.
"Help? You're underestimating me too much! Did I say you could step in?"
Just as Bazong swung his blade towards Liu Zhiming, a cold voice rang out, and then Li Xiaobao kicked a machete discarded by a disciple of the Black Witch Sect in front of him.
The voice echoed, and the machete on the ground transformed into a streak of light, flying directly towards Bazong in the air.
"No good!"
Seeing the machete flying at him in an instant, Bazong was spooked; he hadn't expected Li Xiaobao to attack at that moment.
The cold light flashed, and the machete was instantly in front of him.
"Bastard!"
