"Dijiang? What happened to you-" Seeing Dijiang bloodied and bedraggled, the Vermilion Bird noticed that even his flight looked strange. "Your wings!"
The Vermilion Bird discovered that Dijiang's left wings had been severed. It was utterly inconceivable.
In a secret realm with cultivation restrictions like this, Dijiang had actually been wounded? This was the first time the Vermilion Bird had ever seen him fleeing in such a wounded, miserable state.
Then a massive sword cut across the void, bearing over a hundred sword cultivators.
At their head stood a man in black robes, his blood-red eyes fixed firmly on Dijiang.
The sword intent emanating from him was exactly the same as the sword intent lingering in Dijiang's wounds!
That sword cultivator had cut Dijiang-had wounded Dijiang, whose speed was unrivaled!
Upon seeing that face, the Vermilion Bird immediately recalled the portrait its ancestor had shown it before its departure, along with the instruction to avoid provoking or offending that person whenever possible.
The ancestor had said that even with the destined fate of an Upper Realm Vermilion Bird, it would be unable to contend with him.
The person in that portrait was none other than the black-robed young man before it-Li Yang!
This sword cultivator had truly come charging over, bringing towering killing intent with him, his momentum seemingly ready to annihilate every enemy before him.
The Vermilion Bird felt no fear.
It sensed that Li Yang's cultivation was merely at the fourth layer of the Golden Core.
Even if it was no match for these hundred-odd sword cultivators, who could catch it on the Blazing Continent if it wanted to leave?
"Jieguang, save me!" Dijiang transmitted his panicked will. "Protect me as I head deeper inside. Once my wounds heal, my speed will still be unrivaled!"
The Vermilion Bird