62, Eyes light up at the sight of money

Xuanyuan watched the figure of the small thief carrying a bronze spear on his shoulder as he clumsily ran down the rugged path, suddenly feeling he might have truly mistaken the person.

The other party rolled up his sleeves, carrying the bronze spear as if it were a mere pole.

Does this look like a warrior?

If it were Chen Ji, even if weaker than the Giant Spearman, he would have effortlessly won with his innate combat instincts. But this man could only flee haphazardly across the mountain...

If that person were here, he would never run away from even the mightiest enemy.

Even if towering mountains blocked his path, he would move the mountains aside.

But this man... would take a detour.

At this moment, Chen Ji gasped for breath as he carried the bronze spear.

He looked back and saw the Giant Spearman running across the mountain, his black armor rubbing together, making a swishing sound, his red cloak billowing behind him, his large build akin to a chariot of war.