Chapter 943: Little Huo Huo! I'm Sorry!

Perspective shift.

When that ice‑blue sword aura swept low along the ground, Huan Long almost lost control.

The sword aura hadn't arrived, but the chill came first.

A biting airflow, like an invisible wall, pushed forward, dropping the street's temperature by at least twenty degrees in an instant.

Huan Long felt their exhaled breath condense into fine white mist before their lips, and a thin frost formed on their eyelashes in a blink.

The yellow‑green eyes hidden beneath Huo Huo's shy exterior narrowed sharply; the faint yellow glow deep in the pupils surged a full circle within a fraction of a second, and the power of Destruction's destiny instinctively reacted inside them, ready to burst the disguise and meet the sword head‑on.

Then the sword aura suddenly dispersed about three steps away from their toe.

It shattered silently in midair into countless tiny ice crystals, like someone sprinkling shattered diamonds in the sky, glittering under the moonlight.

But although the sword aura dispersed, the force it carried did not vanish.

The ice layer on the stone road kept spreading forward for several meters before stopping, ending just an inch in front of Huo Huo's toe.

All the demonic shadows on both sides of the street that the sword aura brushed turned into ice statues, frozen in their previous poses—some with mouths open, some with arms outstretched, one even mid‑step on a single leg—like an absurd stage play paused under the moon.

The air was saturated with a sharp frosty scent; inhaling felt like gulping ice water.

Huan Long forced the surge of Destruction's power at their throat back down.

Staring at the street frozen into an ice‑sculpture exhibition within a fraction of a second, their mouth twitched beneath Huo Huo's shy little face.

The sword's power was not beyond their expectation; they had already assessed the strength of the Luofu Swordmaster.

What almost made them lose control wasn't the sword aura itself, but the reason it was wielded, which had nothing to do with them!

They were just standing here, and then got caught in the fallout.

The formidable Extinction Great Lord, masquerading as an Apprentice Judge of the Ten Kings Office and lurking in Luofu, was delivering a doctrine of Destruction to a newly fallen demonic shadow Xiao Bu Zhe in a deserted night‑time lockdown zone, when midway he was confronted by a sword aura capable of turning the whole street into an ice‑sculpture exhibition!

It feels like you're quietly sipping tea at home, when suddenly a hole is blown in the neighbor's wall and a cannonball shoots through that hole and smashes onto your coffee table.

You can't even tell who to blame!

Huan Long took a deep breath.

They compressed their raging fury into a gentle, harmless white mist.

Good!

Calm!

The disguise still works.

They need this disguise.

Even though they now want to snatch that cat from behind as if crushing a fly, they must keep Huo Huo's persona!

Then their leg gave way, and they collapsed onto the ground.

The movement happened very naturally.

Tears swirled twice in the eye sockets then pat‑pat fell, the drooping ears hung from the crown against the head, the whole face twisted into the look of a terrified little animal, voice soft and trembling, a clear whimper squeezed from the throat.

"Wuh... wuwah—! What… what happened?! What was that just now?! So scary, so scary, so scary—!"

Huan Long gave themselves a perfect score for this performance in their mind.

Then Sai Fei Er poked their head out from behind them.

Silver‑blue cat ears emerged first, then the sly eyes, and finally a whole face of gleeful mischief.

Just as the sword aura dispersed, they deftly slipped behind Huo Huo, curled into a cat‑ball size, placed both hands on Huo Huo's shoulders, and wagged their cat tail cheerfully behind them.

Seeing the street full of ice statues and Huo Huo collapsed and sobbing wildly, their cat ears twitched, the corners of their mouth lifted, the grin radiant as if they'd just watched a spectacular fireworks show.

"Wow."

"This sword aura cleared the field; the spectacle is maxed out. Right, Xiao Huo Huo?"

While speaking, they rested their chin on Huo Huo's crown, pressing the drooping ears apart.

Huo Huo gave no reply, because they were using all their willpower to suppress the urge inside to smack that cat behind them into the ground.

Sai Fei Er ignored Huo Huo's silence, half‑leaning out from behind with a relaxed tone unfit for someone being hunted, remarking, "Incredible. Truly worthy of the Luofu Swordmaster."

Jing Liu's figure descended from midair.

The thin heels of black, knee‑high, high‑heeled boots pressed on the ice, which remained perfectly smooth, not even a crack.

White hair drifted back onto her shoulders in the night wind; the ice sword in her hand angled toward the ground, still bearing the afterglow of the earlier sword aura.

She didn't look at Huo Huo or Sai Fei Er, first scanning all the demonic shadows along the street; every ice statue was intact, the Abundance aura sealed by the ice, posing no immediate threat.

Finally her gaze rested on Sai Fei Er's face, eyes narrowed into two slits, cat ears twitching happily.

Her appearance was no longer Bai Hang.

"You really know."

Jing Liu said.

Sai Fei Er's cat tail swayed rapidly behind.

"Of course I know, of course I know. Huo Huo is a good friend of ours! We've been around Luofu for so many years, what's wrong with knowing a junior Judge—"

Then she looked down again at the trembling Huo Huo curled on the ground, then glanced up at the street turned into an ice‑sculpture exhibition, and suddenly seized Huo Huo's shoulder and began howling.

The howl was louder than Huo Huo's, its dramatic tone more exaggerated than a storyteller's in a teahouse.

"Little Huo Huo! I'm sorry to you!"

Sai Fei Er buried their face on Huo Huo's shoulder, cat ears drooping, voice filled with a realistic whimper, yet the eyes peeking through the shoulder gap sparkled with laughter, "How did you end up like this! Just a moment ago you were fine! You're so young, so small, so cute, how could you just— wuwuw—"

Huo Huo—no, Huan Long—was stunned by her sudden wailing‑like performance.

Their tears still clung to their face, lips still holding the slight pout from the earlier lament, but their gaze chilled for a moment beneath Huo Huo's innocent little face.

That cat is acting as them!

And it's even more exaggerated than they are!

BYD!

"Sai Fei Er sister…"

Huan Long, in Huo Huo's voice, weakly interrupted her, "I'm not dead yet."

Sai Fei Er's howl abruptly stopped.

She lifted her head, blinked, her cat ears rose again, looked down at Huo Huo in her arms—whose face was streaked with tears yet whose eyes clearly held a speechless expression—then very naturally let go of her clasped hands, patted Huo Huo's shoulder, and in a kind, cheerful tone said, "Oh right, that's good. Ah, the atmosphere just now was so fitting for mourning, I couldn't hold back for a moment."

"But little sister Huo Huo, rest assured, with me as your elder sister, I'll never let you face such danger again!"

Huan Long's mouth corner twitched.

She lowered her head and kept feigning tears, her shoulders shrugged up and down, her crying was soft and pitiful, but her lower molars were nearly grinding to the point of breaking.

In her heart, she silently moved Sai Fei Er's name up several ranks on the Destruction list.

Turn around and kill that wild cat!!!

And while Sai Fei Er was acting, Huo Huo was crying, and the entire street's demonic shadows were serving as ice‑sculpture crowd actors, a chunk of ice suddenly shattered.

Crack!