SNORT—
The Wild Boar Demon Beast, stung by the pain, grew even more furious. Its crimson eyes locked onto Fang Han.
Two streams of hot, white steam shot from its nostrils as it pawed restlessly at the ground like a bull about to charge.
Fang Han's expression was serene. With his Cyan Blade Sword pointed toward the ground, the aura around him became both ethereal and sharp.
Man and beast faced off in the moonlit Medicinal Garden.
The surrounding guards had long since retreated to a safe distance, their eyes filled with awe and anticipation as they watched Fang Han's back.
SNORTLE—
Suddenly, the Demon Beast let out a piercing shriek and charged forward with its massive body.
It appeared clumsy, but its speed was astonishing. Like an out-of-control war chariot, it barreled toward Fang Han, trailing a foul stench.
Fang Han's eyes narrowed. He executed Gale Step, his figure drifting backward and to the side like a willow catkin.
BOOM!
