Li Qingxian looked toward the Barbarian Race general He Bao, who resembled a small mountain of muscle, and walked over. Even with his head raised, he reached only the man's chest, like someone standing beneath a city gate.
Li Qingxian cursed without the slightest courtesy. "So you're He Bao, the 'Mountain Bear'? More like a stinking coward of a bear! One deputy chief minister's bastard son comes along, and you scurry into your den in fright, but when you see me, you're a rat carrying a spear, picking fights in your own nest..."
"...I'm not..." He Bao's enormous, platter-like face turned purple-red.
"Not, my ass! You want to arm-wrestle everyone you meet, so why did your knees go soft when you saw Jie Anhuai, calling him daddy...? The other officers are low-ranking, so I can understand. But you army generals are each more spineless than the last, each more useless than the next! And you still have the gall to show those big faces here and complain? You motherfuckers..."
Li Qingxian suddenly raised his leg. A phantom devil god shell materialized behind him, radiating black light that enveloped his entire body, concentrating around his right leg.
Li Qingxian drove his foot viciously into He Bao's stomach.
The generals were horrified. In that instant, they all pictured Li Qingxian being sent flying by the rebound from He Bao's body. They had seen a fourth-rank goat clansman charge at him, only to be launched by a thrust of He Bao's belly. The goat's horns had shattered in midair, and after hitting the ground, he had fled in terror, bleating all the way.
They wanted to stop him, but it was already too late. Even He Bao failed to react in time, his true qi instinctively gathering in his abdomen.
*You're a fate