When we arrived, the crown of the bodhi plum tree in Xu Shaohui's courtyard was originally quite large, but under Xu Shoujiang's orders, much of it had been cut down, making it quite bare.
Those branches, at least slightly thicker ones, were sharpened to a point, sharp enough to even pierce through human bodies.
With a wooden sword in hand, Lin Tian felt no discomfort, and the moment he thrust it was a matter of split-second timing.
Yet unexpectedly, the bull suddenly closed its three eyes and halted with its hooves and even took a step back.
Indeed, Lin Tian's stab missed, leaving him in a dire situation.
After all, this was the mountainside, the forest dense. Hearing Yu Yang's voice, Lin Tian acted hastily without considering his retreat.
Now behind him, his path was blocked by the trunks of several large trees. Trying to escape? There was neither the space nor the time for that.
