On top of the pavilion, under the blood clouds, with a cold wind blowing, a man stood slightly on top of the roof, although he did not move too much, he looked askance at the end, a little arrogant.
The fat man's brow furrowed and he shouted coldly, his voice like a loud bell: "Are you Han Qianqian?"
Han Qianqian gently swept under the building, the tide of armoured soldiers was like ants, as far as the eye could see, there was nothing to be seen: "Exactly."
"A little human being, causing trouble in my city, have you ever asked me?" The fatty man said in a cold voice.
Han Qianqian smiled contemptuously, not willing to waste time explaining to such a person, as it was obvious that the explanation would not be of the slightest use: "Are you here to avenge that toad and turtle man?"
"To beat a dog but still look at the master, the toad and the turtle man are both my daddy's men, you killed one of my men but didn't ask a question, is that too much to put me in your eyes?" The fat and greasy man said in a cold voice.
Han Qianqian laughed disdainfully, "Let's not talk too much, in your demon race, do you need a reason to kill someone? If you want to come at me, just come at me, why do you need to talk a lot of nonsense?"
At Han Qianqian's words, the fatty man was naturally very happy. Although it was true that the devils only killed regardless, but the human race often traded with them, so they had to get by, but he never thought that this Han Qianqian would be so straightforward, which was exactly what he wanted.
"You are so arrogant, today, I will teach you how to behave in the demon race, come on."
"Boom!"
As the fat man shouted, the tidal wave of armourers did not reply, but simply vaporised the spears in their hands, causing a tremendous tremor in the entire circumference of the building, which was nearly a thousand metres.
Unlike in the human world, in the houses around the building, even though the doors were closed, various eyes could still be seen through the cracks peeking into the scene.
Han Qianqian sneered, not taking the slightest bit of notice.
The next second, the entire person had the Heavenly Fire Moon Wheel in his hand, and with the jade sword in hand, he leapt down.
"Kill!"
The fat and greasy man pointed his hands towards Han Qianqian, and ten thousand armoured soldiers instantly surged forward.
As the sound of weapons clashing between the two sides rang out, a bloody battle officially began.
Han Qianqian moved like thunder, and although he was only alone, he was like a dragon entering the sea, sweeping through the entire sea of armourers, and in a moment, the crowd of armourers was dense, and wherever Han Qianqian passed, mountains overwhelmed the sea.
The fires of the sky burned, the moon wheel twisted, and for a time the wind and fire flowed incessantly!
At the other end, countless armour-bearers also moved abruptly, surging towards Han Qianqian like a tidal wave.
Han Qianqian's hands exploded with energy, so much so that the dark night under the blood-red clouds turned a little brighter.
"This son, he is fierce." Sitting on the mahogany chair, the fatty man could not help but reveal a slight smile.
Beside the chair, the man who had previously reported his surname lowered his head and whispered, "Less human-like."
"For many years, the Humans of the Central Plains have pressed my Demon Race into this remote corner of the Far North, and have never been allowed to set foot in the Central Plains for eternity. This is also because, although the human race may look incredibly small, the energy it contains is immense."
"Order it down, give priority to catching the living ones, I would like to study what makes this tiny body more capable of dominating this world than my demon race." The fat and greasy man finished with a sardonic laugh.
"Sword formation!"
And almost as the fatty man finished speaking, Han Qianqian was already flying away from the crowd, his jade sword blazing through the air, transforming into ten thousand swords, after which the swords tilted down like stars falling.
Boom, boom, boom!
As the ten thousand swords came down, all the armourers around Han Qianqian were instantly hit by the swords, turning into black smoke and disappearing into the air.
However, even though the swords were raining down, there was still a steady stream of armourers coming forward, instantly filling the void of those dead armourers.
Looking around, Han Qianqian frowned for a moment.
Even though he had used the Xuan Yuan sword formation that Lu Ruoxin had taught him, the effect did not seem to be as good as expected.
The fat man on the mahogany chair laughed contemptuously, his eyes full of mockery, as he thought about Han Qianqian's heavy face as he stared at the sky.
Next to the red chair, the man who reported the news was also laughing softly with his head bowed.
Obviously, Han Qianqian's dumbfoundedness at this moment seemed to be expected in their eyes.
At this moment, Han Qianqian also held his breath, and a moment later, he suddenly noticed something wrong: "Something's not right!"
Suddenly, he snapped his gaze back to the fat, smiling man over there!