The Golden-Winged Eagle Ancestor turned and looked coldly at Qin Luo. He had not expected the one who had attacked to truly be a member of the Human Race—and one who had nearly driven him into a desperate corner.
If he suffered a pincer attack from both sides, he could foresee his fate: death!
Qin Luo's words held a certain temptation for him.
He turned around, staring fixedly at Qin Luo while remaining constantly wary of Xi Huang behind him.
Xi Huang did not attack, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. He felt that this Human Race member before him was highly likely to be a man of his word.
He rather liked this quality of the Human Race—keeping one's word.
"Take one of your sword strikes? Hehe..." The Golden-Winged Eagle Ancestor was scared stiff inside, but he still put on an utterly fearless front.
"That's right. Take one sword strike from me. If you live, I will not attack again."
"Fine!" the Golden-Winged Eagle Ancestor answered in a deep voice.
"Then I'll take one sword strike from you and see just what ability a Human Race Domain Lord Realm like you possesses to dare boast of killing a World Lord Realm like me!"
While speaking with the Golden-Winged Eagle Ancestor, Qin Luo had been continuously gathering power. At this moment, he finally finished.
One Sword Slash!
Whoosh! This streak of Sword Qi soared into the heavens, making heaven and earth change color.
The Golden-Winged Eagle Ancestor saw nothing but that sword strike. He sensed the aura of death within it and mobilized every ounce of power in his body.
At the same time, he activated the treasured artifact of the Golden-Winged Eagle Clan.
A golden feather was activated, and a colossal phantom of a Golden-Winged Eagle emerged.