Dimly, Ying Zheng seemed to understand. There was only one possibility for someone in this world who was neither ghost, god, nor human-the Elf Race of the Northern Forest.
"Are you one of the Elf Race?" he demanded as they fought.
Romendi clearly dared not expose his identity, and naturally would not tell the truth. "Ha ha, whatever do you mean, King of Qin? What Elf Race? I've roamed the world for so many years, yet I've never heard of such a race. Could my overwhelming strength have frightened you into babbling words a child might utter in a nightmare?"
"Hmph." Ying Zheng questioned him no further, but the slight change in his gaze made it clear that he had already reached a conclusion.
Seeing that his opponent had caught on, Romendi, who had been defending without attacking, knew he could not drag this out any longer. He would take what he wanted and leave. There was no need to involve himself further in their activities here.
Bzzzt! A hum rang out like a golden bell shattering, like thunder exploding.
Everyone saw a flash of purple light flare from the man. In an instant, he broke through Ying Zheng's blockade and darted beside the Divine Bird sprawled on the ground.
The Superior Grade three-element bird had long since lost the ability to move. Lying there, it lacked even the strength to flap its wings and flee. Like a fish stranded on dry land, too weak to flick its tail, it could only submit to slaughter.
Whoosh! Purple light flashed. Wherever Romendi's palm swept, the Divine Bird's two enormous talons separated from its body and fell into his hand, then vanished into thin air, stored somewhere unseen. Qin Mu and Qin Zhongyi recognized what had happened: he had put them into