The youth had a pair of large hands like cattail leaf fans, feet over a foot long, legs thick as pillars, a waist as wide as a bear, a neck like a wooden stake, a head as big as a basin, black hair hard as steel needles, thick eyebrows over large eyes, a wide mouth, and a square nose.
Qin Ming, holding the Big Spear, had just sent someone flying when he saw the odd-looking youth emerging from the snow-white bamboo forest.
"Great, come over and help!" In fact, Qin Ming didn't know if the youth was asking him, but replying didn't cost much; his eyes were nearly bloodshot from killing.
The Golden Armor Guards surrounding them immediately became highly vigilant towards the youth, and even those nearby rushed to attack him first.
The sturdily built youth was no pushover; with a wave of his fan-sized hand, an Outer Saint charging at him was blasted away, smashing into a large bluestone.
