It was a burly man over two meters in height. His clothes, nothing unusual, were propped up by his firm, bulky muscles. However, it was strange that despite his extremely conspicuous appearance, the eyes of the passing pedestrians just glanced over him. Not too many people had noticed his presence.
The burly man slowly raised his head after Tang Wulin walked up to him. He revealed his rigid face that seemed to be carved with knives and chisels. His pair of large protruding eyes were shimmering with an evil glow as he stared at Tang Wulin. "I found you finally."
Tang Wulin's entire body was feeling rather tense. The soul core and Dragon Core inside him were all thoroughly adjusting themselves, awaiting an opportunity for an outburst. He understood that there was not much chance of him being able to run away. He had to withstand at least one of the opponent's attacks to create creating enough of a commotion.
