If that arrow just now hadn't been held back, how could Liu Dahu's body, with a mere basic strength of more than forty thousand jin, have survived?
From the moment he lay motionless on the ground, Xia Hong knew he was playing dead.
This person is indeed fierce, knowing he couldn't escape, he fought to the death.
Too bad he encountered me.
Pa...
As Liu Dahu's hands lost strength, the red soft band that had just wrapped around Xia Hong's neck quickly rebounded and loosened, then snapped straight into a two-meter-long red stick.
"This is the very powerful stick Zhu Ling mentioned!"
Xia Hong grabbed the stick, and a hint of curiosity rose in his eyes.
Just by holding it, he knew the stick was made of wood.
A wooden stick with such high toughness is one thing, but it's also so sturdy!
This wood looks more and more familiar...
Xia Hong suddenly paused as he thought of something.
He remembered, this wood, isn't it...
