The giant leopard opened its maw, a stench of blood assaulting his nostrils. He instinctively raised his arm to block the vital area, but with a sickening "crack," the armored forearm was bitten clean through, he didn't know if it was broken. The sheer force of the impact sent him stumbling, rolling down the mountain ridge.,Even as it died, the leopard still wreaked havoc, biting him on the neck.,The maidservant nearest to him was so startled that she took three steps back. A strange-looking man suddenly appeared from somewhere, standing beside him and looking around: "Young Master"。