"How is that boy?" On this roaring mountain peak, a huge boulder rolled down from the top of the mountain, and the middle-aged man who spoke was like a nail firmly embedded in the ground under his feet.
"You know the power of the God's Rod. Plus, since he sneaked in, no one will care about the child's life or death. Even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured. General." Joey said tremblingly. He seemed to be affected by the strong wind, swaying from side to side, and his face was hurt by the wind. The middle-aged man said slowly, but there was no trace of anger in his voice, "You know what I hate most!" Joey immediately knelt down, knowing what he was about to face. However, the middle-aged man slowly turned around and leaned over to touch Joey's head. Joey was very surprised why he did this, but the next second the middle-aged man exerted force with one hand, and Joey fell into a pool of blood. "Clean up this place, I'll leave first." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the top of the mountain suddenly became quiet, and the wind slowly lost its power. Everything seemed to have been washed away by heavy rain.