"Not bad."
Qin Feng emerged from the void, completely unscathed.
Though Qin Feng's expression was utterly calm, his breathing was slightly uneven, and the aura around him fluctuated unstably.
"Oh? So it's merely not bad?"
Zhang Feng let out a cold laugh. Qin Feng's little tricks might fool others, but they could not fool him.
"Then take another one."
As Zhang Feng spoke, his enormous body continuously beat its wings. Each downward sweep whipped up a hurricane.
The hurricanes carried blade after blade as they shot straight at Qin Feng. Naturally, Qin Feng was not one to sit still and await death.
"Sever."
There was nothing flashy about it. Qin Feng merely slowly raised the long blade in his hand and gave it a light slash.
The space before him shattered, and a massive ravine suddenly split open across the ground. Its form could not be seen, yet its presence could be heard—such was this slash.
For a moment, countless feathers scattered across heaven and earth, while drops of golden blood fell one after another.
Zhang Feng was injured. A shocking bloody gash had appeared on one of his wings, blood continuing to stream from it.
"The Heavenly Sparrow Clan is strong, but that doesn't mean you are."
Qin Feng chuckled as his entire body rapidly closed in, with no intention of giving Zhang Feng a chance to recover.
The Heavenly Sparrow Clan's Third Young Master was still lacking somewhat. If his elder brother had come, that would have been more like it.
"Hmph."
The next moment, the two figures, one large and one small, began battling once more. It was as though heaven and earth could not bear the aftershocks of their clash, crumbling into ruins.
"How is my Great Sun Dao?"
Ye Lin stood with his hands clasped