Devour Your Flesh, Drink Your Blood

The light and shadows warped, and two figures emerged from the Stitched Secret Realm.

King Black Feather had already been released.

But not completely—only half of him had been released.

They were both birdmen, and both possessed Golden Winged Great Peng bloodlines. Unable to bear it, Lu Bei had used the difficulty of cultivation as an excuse to reduce King Black Feather's sentence. With one punch, he released his Primordial Spirit, leaving behind an empty bird body.

"I'm truly too kind. This won't do. When people are kind, they get ridden; when birds are kind, they get no wives. From now on, I can't be softhearted anymore." Lu Bei sighed. His kindheartedness was an old illness he had carried since childhood. He wondered whether it was still too late to change.

Lord Xinli: "..."

You had clearly been smiling the whole time.

Her gaze was overflowing with disdain, carrying the same flavor as those with wings. But she was not a wing herself after all. Lu Bei ignored it completely and raised a hand to tease the bird perched on his shoulder.

Black Winged Golden Eyed Eagle.

King Black Feather's Primordial Spirit had left in a great hurry, vanishing with a whoosh. Since the house was empty and unoccupied, Lu Bei injected a wisp of his own Primordial Spirit into it and refined it into a clone like Zhi Yuan's.

At that moment, Black Winged Golden Eyed Eagle had transformed into a fledgling with a wingspan of half a meter, squatting on Lu Bei's shoulder. The two birds interacted back and forth, having the time of their lives.

Lord Xinli sorted out the plan at the side and asked, "Sect Master Lu, your Demonic Body is worlds apart from King Black Feather's. If you attend the Demon Extermination Ceremony three