Qin Shaofeng stood before the enormous bull, which was like a small mountain.
He looked no more than an ant.
Yet in this scene, the one truly trembling was not Qin Shaofeng, but that mountain-like creature.
Qin Shaofeng, who appeared even weaker than an ant by comparison, instead wore a proud expression.
As he advanced, the longsword in his hand had already begun to shimmer with six colors of light.
The lights flowed and swirled, beginning to flash around it.
"Little cow, die!"
Qin Shaofeng's thunderous shout rang out once more.
The giant bull before him was afraid, but Qin Shaofeng had no confidence in his heart either.
This was a Beast King that had undergone a qualitative transformation.
Especially when that transformation had been purely in defense.
One could imagine how difficult it would be for him to kill it in a single strike.
He did not spend too much time thinking.
After all, if he wanted to completely intimidate this group of Beast Kings, he would surely have to pay some price.
Now was not the time for hesitation.
It could even be said that even if he truly could not kill it with one strike, he still had to display the bearing of a powerhouse.
It was precisely because of all these reasons.
That the moment Qin Shaofeng shouted those words, his body had already leaped up.
In an instant.
He soared into the air.
The longsword in his hand suddenly erupted with light.
The six-colored radiance surged up along with it.
The sword light seemed to transform into seven colors in the blink of an eye, while the dazzling cold gleam formed the core of that rainbow brilliance.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, and blue curled around it.
As his sword slashed down, it descended upon