"Since it's his bloodline, just give it to him without worry."
"He isn't, do we still need to thank him?"
The Whale Hunter looked peculiar, gazing at the righteously serious Li Guanyi, sensing this fellow must harbor thoughts of avenging the beheading of the Wolf King; otherwise, why did he choose such a violent method as beheading when killing Jiang Xuantao before?
In those days of chaotic army, once it became a defeated army, the warhorses panic, completely uncontrollable, trampling wantonly, even armor could be crushed into metal sheets, let alone a fallen corpse?
Even the Great Grandmaster level living Buddha of the Western Regions back then was trampled into meat paste by the crazy cavalry of the Tuyuhun, wasn't he?
Jiang Xuantao's martial prowess and physique were inferior to that living Buddha of those years. And the army on the battlefield at that time was more formidable, in greater numbers, than the Tuyuhun three hundred years ago.
Was this kid doing it deliberately?
