With several tremors, a huge figure emerged from the back room.
Gu Ding and the others looked up to see a giant covered in thick body hair, over ten meters tall, with a massive black beard covering his face. He shouted at the bartender, "Who's looking for me?"
His voice was thunderous. With that single shout, the entire bar counter trembled.
Before the female bartender could answer, he crouched down and stared at Elsa with wide eyes. "A Saint-level little girl?! Strange, her bloodline concentration is so low... Could it be that you've never undergone transformation in an Awakening Pool?"
The giant propped his chin on one hand and scrutinized Elsa carefully.
"If you look at my chest like that again, I'll gouge your eyes out!" Elsa's massive axe appeared in her hand again. She clearly remembered Liliath's advice: if a man ogled her with a lecherous gaze, there was no need to be polite.
But as soon as she drew out her axe, Gu Ding grabbed her wrist from the side.
"Put your weapon away. You're no match for him, and he means you no harm."
"Hehe, small body, but quite the fiery temper." The giant chuckled, then shifted his gaze to Gu Ding. After examining him, he could not help raising his brows. "Saint Lord Level Combat Strength, Third Sequence Heavenly God cultivation... Where did you come from, kid? Are you some super powerhouse raised by the Seven-Star Holy Land?!"
The moment the giant said that, every Viking Clan member present sucked in a sharp breath.
Saint-level cultivators were rare in the Main Plane, but they could still be nurtured. Saint Lord Level cultivators, however—other than the Seven-Star Holy Land, it was difficult to imagine any holy land capable of producing them.
"No. We're merely independent cultivators," Gu