After hearing the vulgar provocation, I gave a cold laugh. "Watch yourself, sir. Don't pick the wrong target. Your head could roll off before you even realize it."
As soon as my voice fell, a gigantic phantom blue-green hand clawed down diagonally from the sky. Guan Miaole's gaze sharpened, and she immediately moved to draw her long sword. I grabbed her hand and teleported us aside. Boom!
The enormous hand split around Sun Zanlin, who had stood frozen in place, and smashed into the ground before vanishing. A moment later, a giant as imposing as an iron tower stood where it had been. His eyes shone with blue light, and his flowing long hair was combed back and braided into rows of ponytails. His build was at least three or four times as rough and massive as an ordinary strong man's. I recognized him at a glance as a member of the Witch Race!
"A little ghost cultivator! I'm catching flies, so what the hell are you doing here, getting in my way?" The giant reached out and slapped Sun Zanlin flying. He crashed through a house before finally coming to a stop.
"That... Senior Beizu! Please, stop! You can't afford to provoke that fellow!" After getting to his feet, Sun Zanlin still shouted a warning, but the giant called Beizu merely sneered. He glanced at Guan Miaole and said, "So there's a Nine-Tribulation Human Immortal woman here too. Tsk, tsk. Hey, you there, woman—does this brat belong to you?"
Guan Miaole gritted her teeth and said with an ugly expression, "Where did this blockhead come from? I've never seen such an idiot among the Great Witches! You don't even know who I am, Guan Miaole?"
The giant Beizu threw his head back and laughed. Then his eyes bulged round.