The Big Beard who descended from the sky was obviously unprepared, taking a stumble as he made his entrance, which was incredibly awkward.
Luckily, his face was smothered with facial hair, so it was hard to tell what his expression was like.
In his hand, he held a sword almost as wide as a man, trying to save face, he waved it fiercely at a group of beauties and bellowed in a thick voice, "Demons, meet your death!"
The girls, looking like a group of little fairies, were stunned for a moment and then acted terrified.
"Ah, so scary..."
"It's frightening someone to death..."
"Big Beard is coming, run away..."
Like a colony of ants splashed with boiling water, the little fairies screamed and scattered in all directions.
Big Beard stood in place, wielding the broadsword wildly, continuing to scare people.
