"How is this possible? You're nothing but a lowly human, yet you can match the strength of a Three-Eyed Giant? This is ridiculous. What a joke!"
The Three-Eyed Giant had always been supremely confident in its strength. Aside from the monstrous Elephant Race, it figured that its own Giant Race could probably sweep all before it.
But now, after trading blows with this human barehanded, it felt a terrifying force rebound from him. The impact numbed its palm and sent its blood and qi roiling, nearly making it spit blood.
It was a Three-Eyed Giant, a race born with immense strength, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas. Yet a tiny human had numbed its palm with a single blow. If that wasn't a joke, what was?
But how could it know how terrifying the bloodline within Xia Ping was? He possessed the bloodline of the Hell Golden Crow, and his strength rivaled that of a divine beast cub. That bloodline constantly strengthened Xia Ping's muscles and bones, driving him to evolve beyond the limits of humanity.
The Giant Race was powerful, but its strength was nowhere near that of the Hell Golden Crow.
The giant didn't know that. It believed it had been bested by a human—and that it had even lost in the area it was proudest of: strength. How could it possibly accept that?
"I'll kill you and wash away the shame you've brought upon the Three-Eyed Giants!"
With a roar, the bloodline power within the Three-Eyed Giant surged. Its muscles swelled and its bones grew larger. Its body rose even higher, reaching a full twenty meters.
This was one of the Three-Eyed Giant Race's innate abilities: Law of Heaven and Earth!
Of course, it was far inferior to the legendary divine art of the same name.