"The Slayer of the Bull!"
In the valley, a young man clad in black from the Human Clan appeared. Facing an Octagonal Green Bull as massive as a small mountain, he was not only fearless but also pointed a long spear at it, his voice cold as he spoke, with a killing intent pervading the air.
Despite not being of the same species, when the Octagonal Green Bull heard these words, it couldn't help but feel the urge to laugh; the idea that this little bumpkin, who it could crush with just a finger, wanted to kill it was absurd.
"Human little bumpkin, I must say you've got some nerve, even daring to kill this big boss here. Your Human Clan really has no brains. You think you can attack me? One finger is all it would take for this big boss to crush you a thousand times over," said the Octagonal Green Bull, its voice deep and echoing throughout the valley.
Ye Chen did not speak, wasting words was not his habit, especially when facing an enemy.
