The gilded carriage drawn by the mythical creatures didn't stop, and the martial artists on the bridge wouldn't allow it, so a collision was inevitable.
Five martial artists from the Fierce Realm stood in a line in front of Ji Fu, watching the Gilded War Chariot coming closer and closer, close enough that the hot breath of the armored lion-tiger beasts blew on their faces, they still stood unflinchingly like mountains.
The wild beasts, possessing the bloodline of the divine beasts, saw the tiny humans blocking their path and raised their front paws high, aiming to strike down on Ji Qing's head.
The beast's claw, wrapped in fierce flames and accompanied by the whistling wind, attacked Ji Qing's head. He raised his left hand, suspended in the air, as if trying to block the giant claw thicker than his waist.
"To overestimate one's capabilities!" A glint of such light flashed in the eyes of the warrior on the carriage frame.
