Before a moment had passed, Ba Tu had never imagined he would dare to swing his broadsword at number forty-one on the Human List, a mighty warrior who had already unlocked his Secret Treasure.
But as the slash cut through the air, a fighting spirit instantly replaced all other thoughts in his heart.
These days of repression had been too unbearable. It was as if everyone was taking a bite out of him.
A reckless and guileless brute who had been tormented to the point where his eyes held a sinister look, the grassland's lion, crouched at the foot of the mountain, licking his wounds. His bloodshot eyes, filled with hatred, surveyed the crowds around him with ill intent. The rage in his chest found no outlet for release.
All it took was a spark to tear everything apart.
"My uncle is a warrior of the Earth List, I've seen plenty since I was young! So what if it's the Human List, do they think they're invulnerable to swords and spears?"
