When Feng Jing steadied himself and saw who had ambushed him, he exclaimed in surprise, "How are you still alive?"
"Huang lad, you made me shed quite a few tears!" Demon Phoenix pulled out the Precious Sword that had pierced his right wing, gripped it with his left wing, and flew over to Huang Xiao.
"Impossible. There isn't a single tear stain on your face." Holding a Precious Sword, Huang Xiao glanced at Demon Phoenix and chuckled before fixing his gaze on Feng Jing again. "I was never dead! Demon Phoenix, keep your sword safe."
"Don't worry. He can forget about ever getting this sword back," Demon Phoenix shouted.
As he shouted, the searing aura around Demon Phoenix surged once more.
The flames on Demon Phoenix's body could clearly be seen gathering toward the wing holding the Precious Sword.
Demon Phoenix poured all this scorching flame energy into the Precious Sword in his grasp.
As the flames continued pouring in, the Precious Sword in Demon Phoenix's grasp began to glow red.
Although Feng Jing's Precious Sword was no ordinary weapon and had been specially forged, Demon Phoenix was a phoenix, and the flames all over his body were far more powerful than those used to forge Precious Swords.
Thus, under the heat of Demon Phoenix's flames, Feng Jing's Precious Sword began turning red, then started to soften.
Before Huang Xiao's and Feng Jing's eyes, the Precious Sword melted into liquid iron, slid off his wing, and fell to the ground, cooling into a lump of iron.
"You!!" Feng Jing's eyes nearly split with fury. This Precious Sword had accompanied him for more than half his life, yet today, the phoenix had destroyed it so easily.
Worse still, without his Precious Sword, his strength had been greatly diminished. This left him