Chu Feng was furious. He had met this young man for no apparent reason. He was so arrogant and despotic that he wanted to kill Chu Feng with an iron arrow. He wanted to snatch the Meng Po soup from Chu Feng’s hands.
Chu Feng was ready for battle. The group of people on the other side were not good people. There was actually the radiance of a god surging forth. The group of people were like the stars supporting the moon as they rushed forward to protect the young man.
The one rushing at the front was naturally the big dog. Its whole body was dark red, as if it had been fighting all year round. It bathed in the blood of various beasts, causing its fur to be blood-red.
This four-meter-tall dog brought with it a gust of wind as it ran. Sand and stones flew everywhere, and there was also a thick smell of blood.
