"Serve you?" Jian Wushuang's eyes grew serious.
He could feel the filthy meaning hidden in the burly man's eyes when he said those words.
"This guy..." Resentment suddenly surged in Jian Wushuang's heart.
"Haha, let's get started," the burly man said.
He immediately took out a pair of gloves and put them on.
All the people nearby sensibly retreated.
The burly man stared at Jian Wushuang and suddenly grinned before he charged like a matchless, fierce beast.
Woosh!
He instantly appeared in front of Jian Wushuang. With his fist, surrounded by a faint flame, he struck him.
Jian Wushuang looked serious and did not dare to do anything careless. He turned into a Gold-armored Ancient God instantly and the Blood Mountain Sword appeared in his hand.
Bursts of power emanated from the Blood Mountain Sword. Jian Wushuang violently hacked at his opponent, and his sword collided head-on with the burly man's fist.
Bang!