Seeing the brawny man approaching, the City Lord's son was almost scared out of his wits.
Even Black Tiger, with his Martial Arts Sect strength, couldn't catch the brawny man's single axe strike. His own Great Martial Master status, artificially boosted by external forces, was even less worth mentioning.
"Don't kill this kid yet, he might be useful," the shorty said to the brawny man.
"I know, I'm just scaring him." The brawny man gave a simple-minded smile and said.
"Please don't kill me, my father is the City Lord, I'll give you anything you want," the City Lord's son pleaded for his life, quickly dropping to his knees and kowtowing.
Even a large swelling appeared on his forehead, which looked ludicrous.
It seems that under the threat of death, such family scions accustomed to flaunting their power can easily give up their dignity.
The shorty walked into the middle of the battlefield littered with severed limbs and broken bodies.
