Flying Fox Heavenly Sword !!exclusive!! -

The Fox screamed. His borrowed souls fled like startled bats, black and shrieking. His body crumbled, then dissolved into silver dust.

As the last echo faded, Li Ming caught something: a single, small fox skull, clean as polished jade. He tucked it into his sash.

He reversed his grip again, holding the blade flat against his forearm like a fox’s tail. When Wei dove a second time, Li Ming spun—not away, but into the embrace.