Let me borrow your body.
The voice was faint, clear, and cold. It was impossible to tell whether it belonged to a man or a woman, or detect any fluctuation in emotion.
But Jiang Qiao knew.
Moon Laurel was speaking to him.
"Giant Spirit is skilled in battle, and after devouring Wu Xian of Xihe, he has grown even stronger than before despite having gone mad. Once enraged, he is extremely difficult to restrain." The voice continued its calm explanation.
Jiang Qiao was astonished.
This Half-God was actually Giant Spirit?
Giant Spirit God.
Of course he knew of him.
In the mythical novel Journey to the West, when Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li led a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals to capture Sun Wukong, this god-general served as the vanguard and once fought Sun Wukong in battle.
His body was enormous.
He was strong and powerful.
He wielded a heavy Xuanhua Battle Axe, yet when he swung it, it seemed weightless in his hands and moved with extraordinary dexterity.
He was incredibly formidable.
Yet Jiang Qiao had never expected to encounter him here.
And what was more.
He had even devoured Wu Gang?
Fuck!
Although Wu Gang chopped trees every day and looked like a woodcutter, he had been an ancient Immortal. In a certain sense, he was also skilled with an axe.
That was why there was a saying that Wu Gang Felling the Osmanthus Tree was not a punishment.
Instead, he had been undertaking a form of cultivation. When Heaven entrusted someone with a great task, it first subjected his mind to suffering, his muscles and bones to toil, and his body to hunger.
Only then could it stir his heart and temper his nature.
Of course.
The Giant Spirit before him, as well as the Wu Gang