The Way of Life and Death

Under ordinary circumstances, the moment Zhang Xiaohua saw this eagle, he would have fled using Earth Escape and never bothered to lower himself to its level.

But now, having just witnessed such a miserable scene and having just said certain things to the heavens, how could he go back on his word? How could he cast aside the fury in his heart?

The corner of Zhang Xiaohua's eye twitched slightly. He reached into his robes and drew the Azure Water Sword. Rather than dodge, he rose to meet it. Man and eagle collided in midair. The eagle was fierce indeed—its two talons shot straight for Zhang Xiaohua's chest, borrowing the force of its downward dive to produce sharp, hissing tears through the air. Its pointed, slightly curved beak followed close behind, aimed directly at Zhang Xiaohua's face.

Seeing the cold glint flash in the eagle's eyes, Zhang Xiaohua curled his lips in mockery. He did not evade. Instead, he thrust the Azure Water Sword forward, stabbing toward the eagle's beak. The eagle's eyes, as though they possessed human intelligence, flashed with mockery as well. Yet before that mockery could fully surface, a three-foot sword radiance shot from the ordinary-looking blade tip like a venomous serpent flicking out its tongue.

The eagle seemed not even to understand what this sword radiance was before the Azure Water Sword pierced through its beak and out its back. It had no time to cry out in grief. The mockery had not yet faded from its eyes when its life was abruptly extinguished.

Zhang Xiaohua gradually descended from the air. With a casual flick of the Azure Water Sword, he sent the eagle's corpse flying to the ground, where it raised a cloud of dust.

Zhang Xiaohua took a breath and was about to fly