Their Wolf Fang Clubs were thick and sharp, glistening with a cold gleam under the sunlight, sending chills down one's spine.
Village Chief Wang Jianxin of Yinma Stronghold stood over eight feet tall, with a broad back and a bear-like waist, his face covered in fierce flesh. A long scar ran across his forehead to the corner of his mouth, adding a few more menacing touches to his already hostile face.
He suddenly let out a thunderous shout, his voice booming like a great bell, and then leaped high into the air. The large saber in his hand brought with it a whining wind as it sliced straight toward Shi Feiyang's head. This move, "Power Cleaves Mount Hua," fully displayed his ferocious momentum.
As he slashed with all his might, he roared angrily, "Shi Feiyang, today is your death day!"
At this moment, a sudden gust of wind rose, intertwining with his roar, adding an even more terrifying atmosphere.
