Xin Huan's Demise

Xin Huan beat the fleshy wings on his back, and a fierce gale swept crushed stones straight at Lei Zhenzi. The lightning awl in his hand flashed with cold light as he roared, "What bird-man crawled out of nowhere, daring to block the Yin Shang army's path!"

Azure energy churned around Lei Zhenzi, while the immortal-feathered wings upon his back spread wide. He held the Golden Staff crosswise before him and forcibly took the blow, and a ring of airwaves exploded through the sky with a thunderous boom.

He steadied himself atop the clouds, his voice booming like thunder. "I am Lei Zhenzi, disciple of Yun Zhongzi. By my master's command, I have descended the mountain to slay a villain like you who aids Shang in its tyranny!"

"Kill me? What a boast!" Xin Huan sneered inwardly. His wings beat in rapid succession, and his body darted left and right. His attacks were tricky and swift, each thrust of his awl aimed straight at Lei Zhenzi's vital points.

Relying on his flying arts, he weaved back and forth through the air, sending gales wrapped in shattered stones crashing endlessly toward Lei Zhenzi, intending to recreate his assault on the city gates from days before.

Lei Zhenzi had inherited Yun Zhongzi's true teachings. His wings had been transformed from immortal roots, and were naturally far superior to Xin Huan's mortal flesh wings.

Without haste, he swung the Golden Staff. Its wind was heavy as a mountain, blocking every one of Xin Huan's attacks outside its reach. Layer upon layer of staff shadows sealed off every path forward and back.

On the ground, Wenzhong stood at the front lines atop the Black Qilin. Seeing the city gates wide open and Yin Shang soldiers pouring endlessly into Western Qi City's streets, he had