The reversed wind blades instantly tore through Feilian's protective demon wind. He beat his wings in panic and retreated, while the azure light gathered upon his antlers shattered inch by inch.
Lu Xuan's eight heads howled in unison, the sound waves turning into visible ripples. Blood immediately flowed from Feilian's seven orifices; he had clearly suffered severe injuries.
Yet Lu Xuan had no intention of letting him off so easily. He had already reverted to his true form, Compliant Iron Rod in hand, and smashed it straight down toward Feilian's back.
How could Feilian, in his current state, possibly withstand Lu Xuan's attack? He was struck until he spat out blood at once.
Lu Xuan followed with several more blows in quick succession. The force behind every strike was controlled with exquisite precision—enough to make Feilian vomit blood, but not enough to endanger his life.
Of course, Lu Xuan had no habit of torturing others. He had only one purpose: to force out Feilian's natal essence blood.
Just as Feilian was beaten by Lu Xuan into spitting out three drops of natal essence blood, a piercing cry came from the horizon.
Then a long rainbow descended from the sky. It was none other than the Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation Technique exclusive to the Three-Legged Golden Crow.
When the rainbow took Dijun's form, Feilian seemed to find his backbone. He immediately shouted at Dijun.
"Your Majesty, avenge your subordinate!"
Lu Xuan glanced at the barely breathing Feilian, casually tossed him aside, and strode toward Dijun.
"Dijun, I know exactly what you intend to do. Nor did I ever plan to persuade you to abandon that mad idea."
"But remember this: wherever I, Lu Xuan, appear, no member of the Demon Race may slaughter the Human Race. Otherwise, do not blame me