In the dense forest.
The corpulent Shang Huan, as light on his feet as if they were fitted with springs, lightly tapped the ground and suddenly shot forward.
He resembled a colossal yet agile ball bouncing throughout the forest, darting through the complex terrain, advancing rapidly.
The next moment, his complexion underwent a sudden change, and his rotund figure shifted abruptly half a meter to the left without any warning.
Whoosh!
A jet-black stream of light grazed his right arm as it flew past.
The wind it carried, sharp as a blade, easily tore through his sleeve.
A pale blue stream of light descended from the sky, crashing right in front of Shang Huan. The blast of air rolled, lifting bits of leaves.
Zhao Shaoyuan looked at Shang Huan with surprise, "You actually dodged the Earth Core Ghost Iron Gathering Heart Nail?"
Shang Huan's eyes widened, and his heart suddenly sank to the pits.
Damn it!
