The five Hall Generals were all ancient demons who had cultivated for a thousand years. A murderous aura radiated from them as they surrounded Xiao Ran.
"You really think highly of me."
They'd sent out five Hall Generals right from the start, along with Hall Soldiers—three thousand in all. They formed a menacing battle formation, its imposing presence looming over Xiao Ran, its power enough to make anyone's heart quail.
"May I ask how I'm supposed to get through this trial?"
Xiao Ran raised his head and looked at the five Hall Generals before him.
"Such arrogance! You won't surrender, and you still dare talk about getting through?" Xiong Gang's eyes bulged as he raised his twin hammers. "Let this grandpa smash you until your face blossoms!"
With that, Xiong Gang's figure became a rolling black gale and roared toward him. Only when the enormous body drew close could its size be properly seen. The fellow was at least three meters tall, with a body as broad as a door panel. The pair of hammers in his hands were each as large as a millstone.
His sheer size alone brought a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Little thief, take a hammer from your Grandpa Bear!"
Xiong Gang swung his hammer. In an instant, a rumble like muffled thunder erupted. Before the hammer even reached him, a fierce gale capable of splitting mountains and seas came crashing down!
A sharp glint flashed in Xiao Ran's eyes. His figure darted away like lightning, swift as a startled bird, narrowly evading the thunderous hammer.
"Decent strength, but you're too slow!" Xiao Ran sneered, twisting his body as he suddenly drove out his right fist.
There was no fancy technique to the punch, only power comparable to Dragon Elephant Power. His fist slammed straight into