Murdering His Fellow Disciples

A giant eagle soared through the sky, its wings spanning more than three zhang, circling dozens of zhang above the ground.

Though dusk had deepened until it was almost night, the second-order Yao Beast could still make out every figure below.

Then it suddenly swooped down.

As the Green Feather Eagle dived, the gale it stirred stung the faces of the Moon Embracing Sect cultivators.

Apart from Nie Yu and Zhou Wu, the other Moon Embracing Sect disciples all turned pale.

It was only a second-order Yao Beast.

Before they had seen the bird with their own eyes, they had indeed all looked down on it.

But as the Green Feather Eagle swooped toward them from the sky, their bodies stiffened until they could hardly remember to breathe.

Of all the Qi Condensation Realm disciples, only Nie Yu seemed a little better off.

That was because he had complete confidence in his own strength.

"Beast!"

With a roar, Nie Yu charged forward. True qi coursed through his meridians, and he swung a palm at the diving eagle.

But before his palm could strike the Green Feather Eagle, the bird slapped him away with its wing.

He crashed through two trees in succession before finally stopping his flight.

Blood trickled from the corner of Nie Yu's mouth, and the true qi in his meridians churned.

His injuries were light, but the tremendous impact and crushing pressure made him understand why Yao Beasts were considered half a tier stronger than cultivators of the same rank.

It was because cultivators were at far too great a disadvantage in size when facing enormous Yao Beasts.

They might have a body full of cultivation, but they couldn't bring their strength to bear.

The lower the realm, the more pronounced the difference in size.

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