Eagle Ermao flew into a rage, blood-red radiance blazing around him. He raised his palm, attempting to withstand that terrifying hand, which looked slender, lustrous white, and harmless, yet was fearsome as a dragon, crushing all before it like rotten wood and leaving not a blade of grass alive. At the same time, he stared at the demon parrot, his gaze sharp as swords.
Boom!
Source energy collided with a thunderous roar.
Crimson and golden radiance surged like a vortex, shooting into the heavens.
The ruined cave abode was instantly annihilated, reduced to flying ash.
Amid the earth-shaking fluctuations, Eagle Ermao spat blood and was blasted a thousand meters away, never to make another sound.
After ascending to the Sixth Realm, Xiao Chen had become astonishingly powerful, a veritable god of slaughter.
Never mind that Eagle Ermao had been caught completely unprepared by his ambush-even in an open, face-to-face battle with Xiao Chen, he would have died bitterly on the spot within moments.
"A single palm strike instantly killed Lord Er Mao?" Several savage birds were horrified.
Eagle Ermao possessed an astonishing bloodline. His ancestors had once intermarried with the Blood God Sky Eagle, leaving a trace of ancient, extraordinary blood flowing through his veins. Coupled with his profound cultivation and years of bitter training, his combat prowess reached through heaven and earth. Most Demons of his realm were no match for him. Over the past century, many Seventh Realm king cultivators of the human race had sought to uphold justice and slay Demons, only to be slaughtered by him.
Who could have imagined that today, a Fifth Realm youth would blast his soul into oblivion with a single palm strike, ending both his life and his cultivation?
Even if his methods were underhanded and it had been an ambush,