Of course he knew those three Taiyi Daoists from the Guo Sect harbored ill intentions. He had known ever since they met inside Blue Island's Saint Mountain.
The lure of the four aspects was an invitation to step into the trap. Otherwise, how could there have been such a coincidence?
When the three pursued him from behind, he could keenly sense murderous intent stirring in the lightning within the thunderclouds. If it had been a chance encounter, why would they have mobilized the power of Thunder so early?
Since that was the case, they could hardly blame him for striking first. Out on the boundless sea, there was little point in arguing right and wrong, and he had no wish to fall into the lightning formation the three had prepared in advance.
When he returned to the thunderclouds, the Thunder Falcon and the Qing Bird were still locked in a bitter struggle. They had completely abandoned their Divine Abilities and relied entirely on close-quarters combat, fighting with extraordinary ferocity and brutality.
Hou Niao did not intervene rashly. More than half a year together had given him some understanding of this fellow's temperament; a reckless intervention would only make things worse.
Still, his return put a certain psychological pressure on the Qing Bird. With its master dead and its fighting spirit gone, the Qing Bird began to think of retreat.
But when two powerful foes clashed, the brave prevailed. The moment it began contemplating retreat, the evenly matched struggle immediately turned against it.
The Qing Bird turned to flee. Its enormous body gave it strength to match its size in battle, but left it inferior in speed. The Thunder Falcon finally found its opportunity. Several bolts of roaring lightning struck down, followed by raking claws and a stabbing beak. In moments,