The Demon Phoenix suddenly moved, appearing beside Huang Xiao.
It propped Huang Xiao up with its wings and shook him over and over.
"Huang Xiao!" the Demon Phoenix roared.
Unfortunately, Huang Xiao no longer responded. His gaze had scattered, and his breath had ceased.
"Good, that brat is dealt with. This old man has nothing else to concern himself with. You phoenix can serve as this old man's reward for this trip," Feng Jing said with a hearty laugh.
As he laughed, Feng Jing's Precious Sword stopped spinning and came to a halt before him.
Feng Jing took the Precious Sword back into his hand, then quickly sheathed it.
"I don't need a blade or sword to deal with you. If I keep hurting you with my sword, your recovery will be troublesome," Feng Jing added. "Tsk, tsk, so much Phoenix Blood spilled. What a waste."
Seeing the Demon Phoenix's wretched condition, especially its dripping blood, Feng Jing could not help sighing.
Inwardly, however, he was quite pleased.
Once he captured the phoenix, he could have as much Phoenix Blood as he wanted.
"That should do. I don't want to drag this out any longer," Feng Jing said mildly as he looked at the grief-stricken Demon Phoenix.
Feng Jing's aura had weakened considerably by now, mainly because that last move had consumed too much of his true qi.
Still, he would be dealing with the phoenix next, and he felt it stood no chance against him.
The Demon Phoenix had now confirmed that Huang Xiao was no longer breathing. It could not believe Huang Xiao had died just like that.
Huang Xiao possessed Imperishable True Qi. The Demon Phoenix knew how monstrously powerful its healing speed was, yet he had died just like that?
It kept feeling something was wrong,