Then Hu Jiang, with a presence as fierce as a small mountain, stood in front of the Eight Great Iron Guards. His gaze was extremely cold, demon qi surging violently and terrifyingly. In his hand, unbeknownst to everyone, was an octagonal bronze hammer exuding the power of a Mid-Grade Magical Artifact, his eyes locked firmly on Iron One.
"Green Fright, are you lot of four-legged pests tired of living and seeking death?" Hu Jiang said icily, with a murderous intent. Although the combined combat power of the Eight Great Iron Guards might indeed rival that of Hu Jiang and his brother, the question was,
what were the statuses of Hu Jiang and his brother, compared to those four-legged pests that dared to provoke them, challenging their authority?
"Hmph!"
