Ling Xiao charged forward, gripping the short sword with both hands and swung it forcefully, the flame blade at the tip solidly chopping onto the shoulder of the clay soldier.
A sizzling sound came forth, the shoulder of the clay soldier on the side hit rapidly turned black, followed by a large area of cracked lines appearing.
Before Ling Xiao could swing the sword a second time, the soldier's shoulder exploded with a bang, a heavy arm crashing to the ground, producing a deafening noise.
The commotion even drew the attention of two field agents guarding the outside—they rushed in holding their weapons, then looked baffled as they saw Ling Xiao detach the other arm of the clay soldier as well.
"… Is this mysterious creature out of control?" one field agent asked.
