As this thought occurred to Qin An, the figures ahead suddenly stopped and turned as one toward him.
There were so many of them that he could not see the end of their ranks. The densely packed crowd made his scalp prickle.
At their head stood the Iron Bull King.
The Iron Bull King looked at Qin An, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes. He had not expected Qin An to dare show himself voluntarily. The man certainly had guts.
Still, Qin An's appearance did not concern him. He knew Qin An was no match for him and would soon fall in defeat at his hands.
At that thought, the Iron Bull King waved a hand, pointed at Qin An, and declared loudly.
"Qin An, today we settle all our old scores! You killed my brother, the Giant King. I'll make you pay and leave you dead without a grave!"
The Iron Bull King stood utterly still, staring coldly at Qin An.
Now, he brimmed with confidence, certain of victory.
Qin An smiled faintly and walked forward without fear, approaching the city wall step by step. "The Iron Bull King, is it? To think you came to avenge the Giant King. How laughable. An ant who doesn't know his own strength, raising a mantis's forelegs against a chariot. You're courting death."
His words dripped with disdain and mockery. He did not take the Iron Bull King seriously at all, looking as though victory was already in his grasp.
The Iron Bull King burned with rage at those words, but he did not act rashly. Instead, he calmed himself and looked around, surveying his surroundings.
He felt certain Qin An had some scheme. Otherwise, he would not have been so arrogant or so confident.
He had always been cautious and