"You..."
Seeing the Frost Giant Sword slicing toward him, even Beao was greatly startled. He sensed an intensely terrifying and chilling aura and immediately had to swing his sharp claws to block it.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
Suddenly, the clash rang out in the void, as the Frost Giant Sword collided fiercely with Beao's claws, transforming into a shadowy illusion.
"Ah..."
Finally, a miserable scream echoed. The Frost Giant Sword, condensed by Fan Pingyuan, struck continuously on Beao's claws, and its sharp blade managed to sever all of Beao's claws!
"You... you... Damn it! Human, I will kill you!" Beao screamed bitterly, retreating violently, then flapping his wings to hover in mid-air, glaring fiercely at Fan Pingyuan.
His fingers were dripping with blood, each one looking severely injured.
Vlad III witnessing this scene furrowed his brows. His underling was injured at the hands of Fan Pingyuan; it was utterly disgraceful! He coldly snorted immediately.
