The young man had hands as large as a fan, feet measuring over a foot, thick legs like tree trunks, a waist comparable to that of a bear, a neck like a wooden stake, and a head as round as a basin. His hair was black and stiff like a steel needle, bushy eyebrows and large eyes, a wide mouth and flat nose.
Holding a large spear, Qin Ming had just sent one person flying when he spotted a strikingly odd-looking youth emerging from the pure white bamboo forest.
"Hey, come help!" Qin Ming shouted, not quite certain if the youth heard him, but replying was no trouble since he was already seeing red from battle. Instantly, the golden-armored guards around him went on high alert, and the neighboring ones rushed to attack the newcomer.
The robust youth was no fool; with a wave of his fan-like hands, he sent one of the external saints flying, crashing into a large piece of blue stone.
"Everyone, no need to be so aggressive! We all rely on our physical mutations to boost our strength. We're all of the same path; why should we resort to fighting?" The boy spoke while striking another attacker wielding a knife, sending him flying with a slap.
"Cough!"