Austere Murderous Spirit

Qin Wushuang gave a cold sneer: "No wonder it's the Tortoise King Mountain, even a woodsman is so powerful?"

Although Qin Wushuang's light bump into the woodcutter was not a solid attack, the Qi and blood inside woodcutter's body still surged up and down. Apparently, this person also didn't realize the person across him was this powerful.

A moment ago, he raised his arm intending to make some small movements. Unexpectedly, when he was only halfway through his movements, the other party had resolved his move with a casual elbow bump.

 "Who are you?" With a face full of hostility, that woodcutter looked at Qin Wushuang. Fire seemed to gush out of his eyes.

Qin Wushuang asked a counter question: "Then who are you?"

That woodcutter said with a vicious tone: "It's none of your business who I am. Now, this Tortoise King Mountain is our territory. Friend, if you are from outside, then you should know the rules."