On a cold night, droplets of blood dripped from the Big Hammer in Qin Ming's hand, staining the white snow. After settling a score, he felt refreshed.
It wasn't that he was bloodthirsty, but his opponents pressed him too hard.
In the past, Cui Wu, Cui Shuning, and others had wanted to kill him multiple times, but he had been powerless to resist. If it weren't for the protection of Li Qingyun, Meng Xinghai, Yu Gen Sheng, and others, he would have been long dead.
The talking sparrow flapped its wings and came close, breaking the silence, and exclaimed, "Mountain Master, you are truly mighty, solving two elite squads on your own!"
"Quickly clean up the battlefield," Meng Xinghai said, not wanting Qin Ming to be hunted by people from the Cui Family and the Northern Wilderness.
The former was also a thousand-year-old family, while the latter had an Old Barbarian God as their guardian!
