Under normal circumstances, there was no way Dharma King could bring Golden Eagle back alive. Golden Eagle was fierce and proud, preferring death to submission.
Once it felt it could no longer resist, it would attack Dharma King with everything it had, even at the cost of its life.
Besides, Dharma King was no ordinary cowardly schemer. It was a real dog, and ordinary schemers weren't this clever.
Dharma King had planned to lie in wait and steal Golden Eagle's eggs after it went out, but half the giant python was still left, and Golden Eagle didn't eat three meals a day like humans did.
After waiting half a day and seeing no sign that Golden Eagle intended to leave, Dharma King narrowed its eyes. It would have to do this the hard way.
Dharma King jumped from the cliff into the cave. Hearing the noise, Golden Eagle saw a black dog appear before it.
Was this a dog?
Golden Eagle had seen creatures like this before. Herders always kept a few.
But it had never seen one this big, with such glossy fur.
Food had delivered itself to my door?
Golden Eagle moved its head, and the next second, its sharp beak stabbed toward Dharma King's head. Any ordinary creature would have had its skull pierced clean through.
Golden Eagle's strike was fast, astonishingly nimble.
Dharma King didn't dodge. It raised a paw and swatted at Golden Eagle.
Unexpectedly, Golden Eagle wasn't knocked away. Its beak struck Dharma King right on the forehead.
Golden Eagle was stunned. How was that possible? It didn't pierce through? Was this head made of iron?
Dharma King held its forehead. That had hurt a little.
It wasn't that Golden Eagle was a match for Dharma King. Dharma King hadn't knocked it away because