To destroy the Primordial Sword Demon, one first had to cut off his wings. The true dragon that Lu Xiaotian had transformed into looked down from above at the several Mahayana Demon Cultivators, including the Four-Eyed Golden Hao Bird.
"You survived under my hand last time, yet now you've come back to court death. Since you've chosen your own path to the grave, I'll grant you your wish."
Lu Xiaotian's tone was calm, but once the words emerged from the dragon's mouth, they became a voice that seemed born to shake the heavens and earth. The sound made the ears of the lower-rank Demon Race ring incessantly.
Before his voice had even faded, Lu Xiaotian thrust out another claw. A spatial rift appeared in the void once more, and the dragon claw reached inside it. The Four-Eyed Golden Hao Bird could not even determine where Lu Xiaotian's next attack would appear. The enemy had clearly already struck, yet he had no idea when the attack would arrive.
An unprecedented sense of terror surged from the depths of his heart. Under the dragon's might, the Four-Eyed Golden Hao Bird had already lost three parts of his courage before the battle even began. Before his fear had lasted long, a gaping tear ripped open in the void beside him. The intimidating aura of a true dragon surged out from within.
The Four-Eyed Golden Hao Bird dodged in horror. As a member of the Demon Fowl clan, speed had always been the ability he took pride in. Yet now, the dragon claw had torn through the void and come at him. He was fast, but the dragon claw was faster still, sweeping toward his right wing.
Caught beneath the attack, the Four-Eyed Golden Hao Bird had no time to react. The Snowfoot Centipede