"Bold."
As soon as Chen Ping appeared, he unleashed a Life-Taking Sword, piercing through Liu Wuxin's forehead.
All around, a mix of suppressed and excited gasps echoed, as a giant with a stout figure, standing about two meters and three or four tall, widened his eyes and roared thunderously, striking out with a club in a wave of his hand.
The handle of the club was not large, but the tip was thick and cylindrical, adorned with jagged wolf teeth, sparkling brightly.
The club swooshed through the air diagonally, creating a gale that seemed capable of blowing people away within a radius of three zhang.
Imagine the power behind this swing.
The saying "strength matches the size" was vividly demonstrated with this man.
However, the greatest threat to Chen Ping wasn't the giant man's wolf fang club attack, but an arrow.
Buzz...
A lingering hum was masked under the momentum of the giant's wolf fang club, as a streak of red light reached just before his throat.
