"God or not we dare not say, however, he did fight the two great true gods."
True Gods!
Even in such a small, remote and unknown place, it was natural to know very well what the True Gods in the Eight Directions world meant.
They were the strongest people in this world, the kings who made and maintained the order of this world.
Even if one disobeys the True Gods a little bit, one naturally knows what will happen to them.
Who is not aware of the power of the True God? Who would dare to challenge them? Otherwise, the eight worlds would have been in chaos.
But that young man had not only fought a True God, he had even fought two of them!
How could this be possible?
Isn't this bullshit?
But looking at how confident and calm they were, they didn't look like they were lying, did they? Besides, what could be gained by lying to a group of ignorant villagers who had nothing to offer?
Shock, confusion, disbelief, all these emotions surfaced in their minds at once, so much so that their brains almost crashed for a while.
"Could it be that a divine being has really come to help us?" Lei Gong's eyes were shocked as he murmured softly.
"Our sincerity has moved the heavens, so the heavens have sent down divine soldiers to save us!"
"Perhaps, that is indeed the case!"
As a group of people said this, they could not help but look at the great mountains in the distance and at the night sky where the bright moon was hanging, filled with awe.
There were others, however, who held the opposite attitude.
"Bragging, it must be bragging, it's fine if you say he's strong, but I really don't believe you when you say he's picked off the two great True Gods and still managed to live to this day in good health."
"Yes, do you really think we are poor and ignorant and simple?"
"Even bragging should be stopped in moderation!"
But almost at the same time, the collapse of the mountain had come to an end, and the earth had returned to peace, with only the mountains, which had become flat, and the dust that had not yet dissipated, still telling the story of the fierce battle that had taken place here.
The moon was high in the sky, like a man looking peacefully at what was happening beneath the dome of the sky.
It was very quiet around him, and Qin Frost stood up a little tiredly, looking around with some panic and worry.
Not far away, on top of the ruins, two black shadows were facing each other.
Only, the two black shadows were one taller and one shorter at the moment.
In terms of stature, Han Qianqian was not extremely tall, but he was not short either, while the yellow sand monster was hunched over, but he was not small after all, so naturally it was not easy to form a situation where one was tall and one was short.
And the situation can be today, that is because ......
One of them was standing, but the other was kneeling.
The night breeze blew by, Han Qianqian still stood with his arms folded, his jade sword emitting a cold glow in the moonlight.
But on the contrary, the pierced mountain beetle in front of Han Qianqian was not so dashing, instead it could be said to be in a wretched state.
His face was bruised and swollen, and his eyes were set on his broken face like money, and the armour on his back was like a hedgehog. Now it was as if a dog with fried hair had been poured down by a heavy rain, and at the same time, it was incomparably weak and kept its general shape, and the two nostrils were still bleeding.
If Han Qianqian, who had been fighting with a closed mind, still had the strength to fight, then when Han Qianqian was completely unleashed, this creature was instantly pulled away from the level and gap.
It would not be too much to describe it as a second kill.
It hurt, a heart-breaking pain, almost to the point where his entire person was grimacing.
"Who the hell are you ...... anyway?" The mountain piercing beetle topped that purple and red face and looked at Han Qianqian reluctantly, "Those who can defeat me can't find many people."
"Go to hell and ask." Han Qianqian raised his hand icily, and the jade sword was placed directly on the neck of the Mountain Piercing Armour.
"Wait a minute!" The Mountain Piercer said in a sharp voice.
The sword stopped, but the blade was already away from the piercing vest's neck, not even a hair's breadth away, except that the force that should have caused his head to fall apart suddenly disappeared at that moment.
Piercing Armour froze, and just from the control of this force, he knew that he had truly met a master.
"What are your last words?" Han Qianqian said.
"You want to think about taking a bite out of the villagers, don't you?"
"Knowingly, you still have to ask?"
"Since that is the case, you cannot kill me." After saying that, the piercing mountain beetle looked at Han Qianqian with firm eyes.
"Give me a reason!" Han Qianqian's brow furrowed slightly!