chapter 62 he is my brother

As fast as the wind, as fast as thunder.

As swift as a leopard, majestic.

Whether it is a golden tiger or a green wolf, they are like wild beasts breaking free from their shackles in the forest, their blood boiling.

Tigers and wolves seem to correspond to ferocity. Just like the direction of their attack, one is the chest and the other is the head. These are both places that are fatal.

In the eyes of Jin Hu and Qing Lang, there was only murderous intent that...