From this, one can see that although Hou Hu has a domineering and unruly personality, he can put aside his pride at critical moments. With such adaptability, it's no wonder he developed Zhaoyang into such a powerful entity under Long Mountain's nose.
To some extent, Xia Hong had a bit of admiration for Hou Hu.
Of course, admiration is just admiration.
At this moment, Xia Hong had no intention of holding back!
So he didn't give Hou Hu a chance to finish his sentence. He pressed forward, reversed his grip on the Dragon Sparrow Saber, and sliced from Hou Hu's right shoulder to the left lower abdomen, carving a huge scar nearly seventy centimeters long and an inch deep.
Thud.......
The splatter of blood from the wound was secondary. The immense force generated by the diagonal sweep of the Dragon Sparrow Saber was taken entirely by Hou Hu, whose body flew backward several dozen meters, finally plunging into the snow and hitting the ground with a resounding crash.
Bang!
"Leader!"
