Satisfied

"No!"

The piercing shriek spread in an explosive burst.

The sudden blast swept madly outward in all directions like a shock wave.

Zhang Xuezhou had only just been temporarily blinded when he lost his hearing as well.

Faintly, he heard Dong Zhongshu's soft cry of pain, followed by Sima Xiangru's muffled groan as he snapped his zither strings.

Qi and Blood churned in his chest, and Zhang Xuezhou felt as though his body were floating.

But the pain in his body immediately told him that he really had been lifted into the air. Someone even slammed into him, sending them both tumbling down.

The collision hurt badly, but compared with the shock-wave damage from His Eminence's voice, Zhang Xuezhou would rather have been struck by someone.

A warm stream poured over his face, followed by the smell of blood.

Zhang Xuezhou tried to reach up and wipe away the blood flowing into his nostrils, but the searing pain in his arm made the consequences of that sonic shock wave perfectly clear. All he could do was turn his head.

His nostrils could not be cleared for the moment, forcing Zhang Xuezhou to open his mouth and gasp for breath.

His body staggered, but Zhang Xuezhou struggled to get a little farther away.

The aftershocks of this battle were far too violent. Had he not been near Dong Zhongshu, Sima Xiangru, and the others, he would most likely have lost his life already.

He desperately channeled the Demon Power that remained intact within him, and feathers kept sprouting along his arms.

When he flapped hard, Zhang Xuezhou felt himself moving rapidly backward.

"Crane Form Fist?"

Zhang Xuezhou had always tried to flap his wings and fly forward. He rarely flew backward.

The only explanation was that he had unwittingly used his