"May I ask what this strong man is called?"
Looking at the mountain-like figure before him, Ye Lin spoke.
This guy was simply too huge.
Though one could alter their physique at will, Ye Lin felt that this fellow was genuinely massive.
His true form was surely even more solidly built.
"My name's Iron Hammer. His Majesty the Spirit King likes to call me Great Hammer."
Iron Hammer chuckled.
"Alright, Iron Hammer. From now on, stay behind me. Wherever I go, you go."
"Alright."
Iron Hammer nodded, then took up position behind Ye Lin, his eyes fixed intently on Ye Lin and the people around him.
Clearly, Iron Hammer was deeply wary of every one of them.
"Let's go, Senior Sister."
"Alright."
Ye Lin and Yun Qiyue walked at the front.
What they did not know was that the five behind them all wore grave expressions as they looked at Iron Hammer.
They were all at the third level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, so their senses were sharper.
A powerhouse—a true powerhouse.
The Sword Demon and Blade Fanatic, in particular, kept glancing at Iron Hammer.
The three old men in the distance looked as though they were facing a formidable enemy, deliberately keeping their distance from Iron Hammer.
"This big fellow isn't simple. If we fight, my chances of winning aren't high."
Blade Fanatic secretly transmitted his voice to the Sword Demon.
"It's not that your chances aren't high. Even if the two of us join forces, our chances of winning wouldn't be high."
The Sword Demon replied through voice transmission.
His expression was extraordinarily grave.
It was his first time encountering such a powerful expert.
Though they had not exchanged blows, merely sensing the other's aura was enough for the verdict in his heart to be immediate and clear.