Screams rang out all around. Luo Qianfu's hundred-odd men were either killed by Hu Xiaotian or shot down by Yan Nujiao. Those who remained were under attack from birds and beasts, each struggling to save his own skin, let alone protect Luo Qianfu.
Luo Qianfu was beside himself with terror. Seeing Hu Xiaotian drawing ever closer, he panicked even more and lost all desire to fight. He summoned his Gray Eagle and scrambled onto its back before Hu Xiaotian could reach him. The Gray Eagle carried him up into the night sky.
By then, Hu Xiaotian had broken through the successive obstacles and reached him from behind. He slashed at Luo Qianfu. Though the strike was immensely powerful, it came a moment too late. The blade energy he unleashed failed to touch Luo Qianfu. Watching the Gray Eagle carry the man higher and higher, Hu Xiaotian could only wring his hands and sigh. To think the bastard had escaped after all.
Luo Qianfu looked down from the sky, still shaken by what had just happened. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, resentment simmering inside him. Who were these people, and how could they be so formidable? Judging by the power of that man's strike, he must have reached the realm of projecting blade energy. Luo Qianfu could not help recalling the hunchback who had attacked him earlier, never realizing that the two were actually the same person. He had never expected so many experts to come to Python Jiao Island. Why were those two determined to oppose him? He sighed inwardly. Just as the Flying Owl had been within his grasp, someone had interfered again. Still, once struck by his Like Glue technique, the Flying Owl could not move at all. No one but him