"What a presumptuous lad, let me see what you're made of!"
Yi King stood two meters tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his body brimming with explosive power, and in terms of brute strength alone, he even surpassed Shun King.
"Demon Sword!"
Yi King extended his arm, and a one-meter-long heavy giant sword appeared in his hand. Combined with his robust physique, it was as if a tiger had grown wings.
With a casual swing of the Demon Sword, it seemed to possess the terrifying power to sever the heavens.
"Take this!"
Yi King, holding the Demon Sword, took a step forward and charged at Xiao Chen.
With each step, it felt as if a thousand catties had landed, causing the valley to shake and the ground to collapse.
When he was just ten feet away from Xiao Chen, Yi King's sword danced in his hands, with no flashiness, just one single slash.
