The giant glanced at Qianye, then back at the spears, his eyes full of disbelief. He had never imagined that this scrawny little fellow—who wasn’t even as big as his thigh—would possess such strength.

No matter how he looked, he felt that Qianye was as weak as an ant. It was a humiliation to have one’s weapon broken by such a weak enemy.

He raised his giant palm and slapped down with great force, only realizing his mistake halfway.

It was too late by then. A bulge appeared on the back of the giant’s hand, almost as though he had slapped a nail. The skin there was stretched to its limits before bursting apart in a cloud of blood. Qianye rushed out from the opening, sword still raised upward.

The azure blade was incomparably sharp, and its material was almost indestructible after many years of tampering at Howard’s side. The weapon was unharmed even after taking on the two spears the size of tree trunks. No matter how tough this giant’s palm was, it couldn’t be tougher than the wood in the inner world....