At that moment, Xia Ping had no idea about the commotion in Tianshui City. He put on his Skin Mask, then hurried toward the Black Moon Tower, soon arriving at its entrance.
As soon as he reached the entrance, he saw a massive stone statue of a Nine-Headed Golden Eagle, nearly thirty meters tall. All nine heads had eyes fixed on him.
In an instant, a terrifying aura of bloodlust swept over Xia Ping, enveloping his entire body. It was as if the world had plunged into endless darkness and he had been stranded, helpless, in the depths of antiquity.
Xia Ping wasn't the only one affected. The Martial Artists entering the Black Moon Tower all felt the oppressive aura. Their faces turned deathly pale, and some even trembled so badly that they collapsed to the ground.
"Don't look at it!"
A deep voice barked from nearby. It belonged to a middle-aged man dressed in black, his face stern and imposing. He seemed to be a Martial Artist Realm expert. "That's a statue of the King Realm monster, the Nine-Headed Golden Eagle. It contains the aura of the King Realm. If you dare meet its gaze, you'll be gravely injured in an instant, and your mind will suffer damage."
At his warning, everyone quickly looked away from the Nine-Headed Golden Eagle's eyes. They felt the pressure ease considerably. As expected, as long as they didn't challenge it, its aura wouldn't bear down on them.
"But it's only a statue. How can it be so powerful?" someone asked, puzzled.
The middle-aged man shook his head, a wary look in his eyes. "It's not just a statue. The eyes set into it are from a real Nine-Headed Golden Eagle."
"Black Moon King, a King Realm expert, fought it for three days and