Hearing that voice, the man's body stiffened, his arm freezing mid-air.
After a long while, he turned his head with a strange expression on his face.
Only then did he see Ren Feifan, whose presence was as undisturbed as an ancient well, standing behind him.
The man's face was pockmarked and even more ferocious, his eyes exuding a trace of iciness.
"Kid, is this sword yours? Did you come from the base of the mountain?"
Ren Feifan did not answer the bare-chested man.
"Can't hear? Are you a deaf-mute or just a fool?"
The big man didn't pay attention to Ren Feifan, his immediate priority was to seize the treasure; thus, he turned around, reaching out to remove the large black sword in front of him.
He had thought it would be a simple task, but when his hand gripped the sword handle, something felt wrong.
Because he couldn't lift it at all!
It was as if a force of ten thousand tons was against him!
"What the hell!"