It's Not That I'm Not Trying My Best

Southern Continent.

A golden eagle spread its wings and flew at breakneck speed, whistling across the sky. Behind it, Sword Qi crisscrossed wildly as a great crowd of cultivators rode the wind and clouds, pursuing it relentlessly.

"Peng Demon King, surrender quietly! You can't escape anymore..."

From within the demonic wind came the shouts of slaughter from the cultivators.

"To hell with your Peng Demon King—are you people insane? I'm an eagle, an eagle!"

The golden eagle turned back and cursed at the top of its lungs. "Open your dog eyes and look properly! Are you blind? If I were the Peng Demon King, I'd swallow you all in one bite..."

Wasn't it just because it had a bit of gold on its body? How could it be this damned unlucky and get mistaken for the Peng Demon King?

"Hah, what an arrogant demon! Everyone, go at it together, don't hold back—subdue it!" the cultivators shouted.

Dense Sword Qi whistled past. Though the Golden Eagle Demon King reacted quickly and dodged, it was still struck by the Sword Qi. Sparks flew in all directions, leaving behind a cleaving mark.

But the force carried by that Sword Qi was not small. With so many coming down, it could not withstand them either; its blood and qi churned, and one fierce strand of Sword Qi even broke through its defenses and sliced open a wound, making fresh blood stream down.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the void twisted, and a figure appeared in the sky with a whoosh, turning into a sinister-looking man with a pair of brilliantly shining golden pupils. Blocking the cultivators' path, he said, "You said you were looking for the Peng Demon King?"

"That's right. What, are you also... no, wait, the demonic aura on you is so strong..."

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