The Giant Mountain Deity roared in anger.
The fracture of his arm brought him both pain and immense fury.
He turned around to see.
To seek out the true culprit.
Xu Zimei stepped out from the Historiography Hall, wielding the Tyrant Shadow, his gaze steady and his expression indifferent.
"This fish seems to be not big enough," Xu Zimei said calmly.
The Giant Mountain Deity frowned slightly.
Strangely, he had not sensed Xu Zimei's presence earlier; ordinarily, in his perception, everyone else in the Historiography Hall was noticeable.
But as for Xu Zimei, without seeing him with his own eyes, even if Xu Zimei were standing right in front of him, he would remain unnoticed.
This made the Giant Mountain Deity frown slightly.
He disliked things that exceeded his expectations.
He coldly snorted and said indifferently, "Who are you, then?"
"The one who shall cut you down," Xu Zimei replied very calmly.
