Roar!
When he saw another native child carried off in a giant bird's beak, the tower-like man's neck veins bulged like the tangled roots of an old tree, and he let out a roar.
That roar rumbled like rolling thunder, echoing between heaven and earth, yet it could not change the tragedy before him.
Song Wen stood high above the clouds. Watching the man's grief, fury, and helplessness, a cold smile curled across his lips.
Sure enough, they were uncivilized natives—possessing nothing but brute strength, yet knowing not how to use it. Other than jumping around and throwing stones, they were foolish beyond saving.
If that man could have brought out even twenty percent of his strength, he would have driven off these feathered beasts long ago.
Song Wen raised a hand and flicked it. A three-foot flying sword shot forth abruptly, heading straight for those feathered beasts.
A cold gleam streaked past like lightning, instantly cleaving one giant bird in two. The cut was smooth and clean.
Scalding blood and the enormous carcass fell straight from the sky.
But it was not the only feathered beast to perish. The other giant birds were swiftly cut in half as well.
When the final giant bird was slain, the cold gleam traced an arc through the air, transforming into a longsword that hovered beside Song Wen, who had suddenly appeared.
Song Wen stood in the air, his azure robes snapping violently in the gale. Together with the blood raining down across the sky and the corpses of giant birds falling from above, he gave off the impression of:
Standing proud above all things, looking down upon the world!
What an unrivaled sword immortal, descending upon clouds from the Ninth Heaven.
Seeing this, the natives below stopped what they were doing. They