“Just went out for some fruit, and these chumps broke in? Damn it, damn it!”
Bingpo and Chiyan’s auras erupted with icy frost and searing flames, their level 600 vibes blasting out unchecked. The hunters inside hadn’t even stepped out, already chilled to the bone by the creepy aura.
“Master!”
Bingpo and Chiyan roared in sync. Filo, parked on Bingpo’s head, glared with zero pity in her eyes.
They trashed her crib? No way she’d let them off.
“Make it quick. Don’t let a single one slip,” Filo said, voice heavy.
“Got it!”
Bingpo and Chiyan shifted to human form, but not fully—dragon horns and scaly ears stayed put. In this mode, they packed half their dragon power, but for these “house-wreckers,” a tenth would’ve been overkill.
Faces dark like mob bosses, they stomped into the villa.
Their dragon claws tensed. Seeing the trashed mess, their barely-leashed rage exploded.
Bang!
Ice and fire flooded the villa, obliterating it instantly. Not that it mattered—the place was already wrecked to bits by those punks, so Filo didn’t sweat it.
The Blood Clan Hunters didn’t stand a chance. Bingpo and Chiyan shredded them to bits, blood splattering the air. Some didn’t even get to scream “help” before they were sent to… nah, not heaven—hell.
“These scrubs dared show up? Dis me all you want, but dissing Master like this? Too far!” Bingpo snapped.
“You’re weak! You’re fat! You’re short! You’re ugly! You stink!” Chiyan taunted.
In under a minute, the hunters were wiped clean, like they’d never existed.
But the villa’s sorry state made “never existed” a tough sell.
Filo watched Bingpo and Chiyan’s one-sided slaughter, her heart flat, not a ripple stirred.
She could feel it—the Blood Clan’s instincts were creeping in, slowly overwriting her old self. Soon, she might not even blink at this kind of carnage.
“Serves ‘em right. Trashing my place? You’re lucky I didn’t handle you myself,” Filo muttered, strolling into what was left of the villa.
Xiao Lin, the Spring Spirit, poofed out of the Holy Spring, darting toward Filo.
Mid-sprint, she wailed, “Big Sis Filo, I was so sca—”
Her words cut off as Filo’s finger jabbed her forehead, stopping her cold.
“Cut it out. Your level’s way past those humans, right? You’re a level 7 Holy Spring Spirit…” Filo deadpanned.
Xiao Lin gave an awkward grin, stepping back, her fingertips sheepishly tapping together.
“I’m a Spring Spirit. Sure, my level’s high, but I’m no attacker. I can buff and support, but fighting? Big Sis Filo, I can’t!” Xiao Lin’s big, watery eyes pleaded. Filo gave her a salted-fish glance and fired off Detect.
Name: Lin
Gender: None
Race: Spring Spirit
Level: LV100
Status: Avatar separated from Holy Spring main body
Base Strength: 100
Base Endurance: 200
Base Agility: 150
Skills: Heal, Dispel, Buff, Empower, Possession, Shield…
Well, damn. A pure support—full-on, all-in support.
Most level 100s
Tftc!