C29 Qianyuan City

In a split second, the burly man with the twisted beard felt his hair stand on end and his muscles coil tight, an overwhelming sense of being trapped washing over him. It seemed no matter which way he attempted to retreat, Jiang Dao would be there to deliver a fatal blow.

With a thunderous roar, he hoisted his nine-ringed machete and lunged at Jiang Dao in a desperate charge. Simultaneously