Executed on the Spot

The crimson spear was like a venomous serpent. Its shaft even possessed a hint of elasticity, swaying up trails of red afterimages as it stabbed viciously at Barrel's brow. This spear was clearly an exceedingly rare divine weapon. Though its tip was still several feet from Barrel's forehead, a thread of sharp force had already torn open the skin between his brows, scattering drops of blood.

The spear was too fast, too swift. Barrel had always relied on brute strength to prevail; he had no way to deal with such a rapid, vicious thrust.

All of a sudden, a deep roar rang out. Barrel's body abruptly swelled, and with a tremendous CRASH, he grew to more than fifty meters tall. His clothes exploded into fragments, leaving the naked Barrel covered in a pelt of dark hair. He casually seized one of the azure birds pulling Princess Qingli's carriage and swung the enormous bird down like a massive hammer.

With a SPLURT, the spear pierced a spot just above Barrel's ankle, punching through his calf and emerging from behind his leg. But Barrel had grown so enormous that the mounted youth had never dreamed something so bizarre could happen. The spear had merely pierced a large chunk of Barrel's muscle, not even touching bone or any vital meridians.

To Barrel, whose body had expanded to dozens of meters tall, such a minor injury was like an ordinary person being pricked by a toothpick—utterly insignificant.

Instead, Barrel's swinging azure bird came smashing down, frightening the youth into throwing away his spear and flipping off his horse in a miserable scramble. With a BOOM, the azure bird let out a long, shrill cry. Azure feathers filled the air as the exceptionally fine steed charging forward was smashed into a meat pancake beneath it.