Watching the giant eagle lose its head and fall to the ground, Xiang Rong frowned in mid-air.
The situation was somewhat abnormal, or rather beyond his understanding. At least from his previous brief interaction when he climbed the mountain, that young man did not seem to be someone as honest and naive as Ruan Shantao. In essence, his character was somewhat similar to Xiang Rong's—meaning, that young man also knew how to adapt.
Yet, this very person, when facing a monster, voluntarily abandoned his weapon just to keep him?
Is the kid mad?
"So be it."
With a swift turn, Xiang Rong descended from the sky and landed steadily on the ground.
"Since you want to challenge two with one, I'll grant your wish... Hmm?"
"Idiot."
Before Xiang Rong could start, Du Chengfeng galloped past him like a gust of wind on horseback.
Immediately, thirty-eight dried, jointed arms reached towards Xiang Rong, surging like a tidal wave.
"You!"
