The two words "Straw Bag" had always been Ao Zuling's little tail. Whoever dared utter them was making a mortal enemy of him.
Besides, even a straw bag depended on where it came from.
A straw bag from the Heaven Punishing Bureau would still be among the cream of the crop out in the wider world.
He, Ao Zuling, had once been an outstanding young man of Mu Tian Pavilion in the Beiliang Kingdom. From the pavilion master above to the junior sisters at the Spring Tower below, all had praised his strength. He had once been a heaven-blessed prodigy.
It was only because the Heaven Punishing Bureau was brimming with experts that he had been overshadowed.
With no grievance or grudge between them, the bird had opened its mouth and cursed him—taking his ancestors as the center and eighteen generations as the radius, cursing them all together.
Could an uncle endure it? Could an aunt endure it?
With a flash, Ma Fei had arrived in the distance. Ao Zuling was no weaker; clapping his hands together, he shot after Golden Finch like a cannonball.
As a Heaven Punishing General, even the weakest among them was still a genuine Dao Palace Realm cultivator.
When Ma Fei looked back, a flicker of alarm appeared on its face. Yet its beak remained merciless as it continued to mock, "Yo, yo, yo, Straw Bag really did chase after me. Your speed just isn't enough, though. Even an ant crawls faster than you! Chase, chase, chase! Catch up, and Bird Lord will reward you with a fart to eat!"
"You petty bird demon, you've gone too far! Watch this general squeeze your shit out!" Ao Zuling roared. Origin energy surged explosively from his entire body, and his speed instantly rose another great notch.
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