But Li Xiang insisted on confronting a big one, and ended up overestimating himself; now he can't even handle Li Xiang.
"You guys stand in front."
The other rich kids placed the attendants they brought with them at the front.
These people were like trash compared to Li Xiang; at this moment, they were utterly useless against the wild boars that Li Xiang could barely handle.
Standing up front, they were trembling inside, drenched in cold sweat.
"Courting death!"
Li Xiang didn't back down, shouted, and suddenly spun around, launching seven or eight Flying Knives from him, which were almost half of the Flying Knives he was carrying.
Li Xiang's eyes flashed with a cold gleam, clearly aiming for a hit in one strike.
"Pffft pffft..."
"Clang clang..."
The Flying Knives struck the wild boars, making sounds of both metal and piercing.
