Lin Zhuang exuded the aura of a tiger or a wolf, and even though he was injured and his strength affected to some extent, he was still confident he could handle the crowd before him.
Even though he lacked an invincible talent, he held an unshakable faith.
"We are just passing by and do not covet the Treasured Bone of the Beastly Serpent," said the man with the broadsword on his back, revealing a helpless wry smile.
They had faced this serpent before, which was awesomely terrifying and even possessed a slaughtering Treasured Technique, with unpredictably mysterious attack methods. He'd only dare confront it with a few treasure tools passed down in his village, but victory was almost impossible.
Who could resist such coveted treasures?
But the fierce people in front of him could slay the Beastly Serpent just with their physical bodies, and he dared not take any real action despite his desires.