"Such arrogance," the Great Red Bird exclaimed.
The golden giant bird soared through the sky, its entire body enveloped in a radiant glow, like a celestial deity, exuding an overwhelming presence that seemed to reign supreme and look down upon all directions.
The nine-headed lion, the five-colored phoenix, the fire raven, and others were all struck with awe. This creature's dominance was matched by its immense power, and its aura was chilling.
Even the Three-Eyed Clan brothers, known for their eye techniques, were terrified and dared not meet its gaze, for the golden creature’s eyes were like golden vortices, devouring souls.
The little one did not look up at the golden giant bird but instead swung his sword at the white tiger, whose eyes had dimmed to mere slits. He wanted to eliminate any future threat.
"No, you can't kill me!" the white tiger cried out, its eyes filled with fear. No living being is unafraid of death; even gods tremble at the final moment.
The little one said nothing. At this point, showing mercy would only create a significant future problem.
"Brother Peng, save me!" the white tiger screamed, looking up desperately into the sky, its fear mixed with madness as it sought rescue from the creature.
Everyone, upon hearing this, felt a chill run down their spines. They were shocked—could this truly be a roc?
The little one remained expressionless and merciless. With a swift strike, his broken sword descended, blood splattering as a tiger's head flew up, surrounded by a shower of blood.
The white tiger's eyes were filled with reluctance. In its last moment, its eyes blazed like a burning fire. Its forehead quickly cracked, and then its white fangs shattered in self-destruction.
The little one sighed. It was truly unfortunate. Even though the white tiger had collapsed, it still had the power to destroy the original rune bones in its final moments, which was regrettable.
This meant that he missed out on the white tiger clan's treasure techniques.
Each clan's treasure techniques are rare, and their scarcity is what makes them precious. It's difficult to seize another clan's divine powers because even in death, strong warriors can destroy their treasure bones, leaving nothing for their enemies.
The golden giant bird remained indifferent throughout, exuding a terrifying aura. Like a mountain flood, it stood high above, watching the white tiger being killed without intervening.
"Walk your own path. With only half of your body left, living is a punishment in itself," it finally spoke, sounding very cold.
"Big Red, take it away," the little one said, throwing the white tiger's remains down. He had just gained control of the Qiankun Bag and had no time to examine it. It wasn't convenient to collect the white tiger's body directly.
"What a good thing," the Great Red Bird drooled. This was definitely a rare and powerful tonic.
After defeating a formidable enemy and ending a major battle, the little one looked up at the sky, filled with frustration. "Damn little chick. You made me act hastily and destroy the white tiger's battle armor. Can you afford to compensate for this?"
A group of ancient beings were stunned, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground. How audacious to call the golden giant bird a "little chick."
It was highly likely that this was indeed a Golden-Winged Roc, and calling it that was a clear insult and humiliation. The ancient beings looked at the little one with strange expressions.
In the sky, the golden giant bird was also taken aback. No one had ever dared to mock it like this since its birth. This human boy truly had immense courage.
"Kill!"
A sharp command came from above, and the dozen or so ancient beings charged forward, each summoning their treasures. In an instant, exotic birds struck the sky, fierce beasts howled at the moon, and all hell broke loose.
The scene was dazzling, with strong winds, flying sand and stones, lightning weaving through the air, and fiery light flooding the sky. All kinds of divine powers were on display, enough to make any young genius tremble in shock.
The nine-headed lion, the Great Red Bird, the purple marten, the fire raven, and others changed color, deeply worried. The combined strength of these beings was enough to destroy mountains and rivers.
The little one was unafraid, wielding his broken sword and sweeping it forward. The vast sword energy surged like waves, crashing through all the divine light and resisting the various powers.
Moreover, the sword energy transformed into a waterfall, pouring down in a white torrent that submerged the front, aiming to slay all enemies and cut them all down.
Everyone trembled. The seemingly rusty broken sword was incredibly powerful, almost impossible to resist. If struck, it would definitely shatter into meat paste.
The dozen or so ancient beings changed color immediately. Even working together, they could not block it. This treasure was unparalleled and could utterly destroy them.
A cold snort came from above. The golden-winged giant bird exuded a hazy mist, its aura intimidating, as if tens of thousands of giant mountains were pressing down, causing people to shiver and desire to submit.
Amidst the swirling mist, it opened its mouth and expelled a grayish stone. The stone rapidly grew into a mountain, blocking all the heavenly sword energy.
"What kind of treasure is this?" the Great Red Bird exclaimed in horror. This treasure mountain had actually withstood the sword's power, which was unbelievable.
The five-colored phoenix, the fire raven, and others were also astonished. The broken sword's power was evident, yet the golden-winged divine bird had spat out a similarly frightening weapon.
The gray mountain emitted auspicious light, flashing with eerie magnetic radiance, and made a "crackle" sound as it aimed to seize the broken sword from the little one's hand.
"This is the Yuan Magnetic Peak," the nine-headed lion said in shock. It had heard of this treasure, which was extremely terrifying and powerful, specifically designed to counteract metal weapons like swords, spears, and halberds.
"Very strong. That gray mountain was once a powerful sacrificial spirit. After being slain, it was refined into a treasure, possessing extraordinary divine power," a strong member of the Three-Eyed Clan exclaimed. Their vertical eyes could see the treasure's nature and origins.
The broken sword in the little one's hand trembled, as if it was about to be thrown off, making clanging sounds as it encountered a powerful Yuan Magnetic force.
"Receive it!"
The golden-winged giant bird commanded from the sky. This was the reason for its arrogance. Possessing such a mysterious and powerful treasure made it fearless and able to counteract other weapons.
"Be careful. The Yuan Magnetic Peak has a terrible reputation. Many strong beings in the past suffered because of it," the nine-headed lion warned.
This was no ordinary treasure, and many powerful ancient beings had perished because of it. These beings were far more formidable than the current young ones.
"Voom."
The little one shook his sword. The sword energy was vast and surging. It wasn't just one or two streams of sword energy but a flood, crashing down from the sky with a thunderous roar.
The sky exploded with endless light groups, which then burst apart. The sword energy and Yuan Magnetic light collided like wildfire meeting dry tinder, burning fiercely. The world boiled with intensity.
Though the Yuan Magnetic Peak was not an ancient artifact, it was extremely terrifying and far surpassed the treasures people usually encountered, making it a true treasure.
In the past, a sacrificial spirit named Yuan Magnetic Mountain dominated the world, invincible, capable of suppressing everything. However, it eventually faced defeat when it encountered a golden-winged roc. The defeat led to its death, and it was sacrificed to become this treasure.
The Yuan Magnetic light danced. Each strand was enough to pierce through strong beings, reducing them to pulp and collecting numerous treasures. It extracted vital essence to be used for itself.
The broken sword, an ancient artifact with a glorious past beyond imagination, remained extremely powerful despite being broken. When two top-level treasures clashed, the battle was naturally fierce.
The golden-winged giant bird was shocked. Its clan's treasures were invincible, yet it couldn't handle the ancient sword. This was the first time in many years it encountered such a situation.
The small figure also appeared stern. The opponent's magical artifact was indeed extraordinary, able to contend with ancient magical tools, which was quite rare and remarkable.
"Kill!"
In front, a group of ancient beings saw the situation and rushed forward to attack the small figure.
"I’m coming! I’ll fight you all!" The Great Red Bird, seeing this, wanted to rush over to support, as it was already uncertain how the small figure would fare against the golden divine bird alone. Now, with a group of powerful ancient beings joining in, the situation would likely be dire.
The Nine-Headed Lion, the Purple Weasel, the Fire Crow, and others also struggled to rise, preparing to take action. If the small figure were defeated, they would all perish, so they had to fight desperately.
"Step back!" the small figure commanded unexpectedly, stopping everyone.
"Boom!"
He was glowing all over, with lightning interwoven, and a silver moon appeared. His broken sword trembled violently, and the sword energy surged, repelling the magnetic peak in the sky, breaking free from its entanglement, and sweeping forward.
"Suppress and kill!" The golden giant bird roared, exerting all its power. It made the gray magnetic mountain blaze intensely, descending with even more terrifying divine power to stabilize the broken sword.
The mountain’s power did indeed have an effect, causing the sword energy to become chaotic again. However, it was still somewhat slow and couldn’t completely block it.
"Poof!"
An ancient being was struck by the sword energy, instantly shattered into blood mist. The other dozen or so beings were horrified, stopping abruptly and quickly retreating.
Wasn’t the sword stabilized? How did it suddenly become so powerful again? Every ancient being was alarmed and no longer dared to act recklessly.
The golden giant bird's expression was cold as it let out a long howl and dove down. The magnetic peak followed, pressing down with auspicious light, enveloping the broken sword and aiming to pin it down.
The small figure’s mouth curled into a cold smile as he faced the high sky, engaging in battle with the divine bird.
"Boom!"
The broken sword glowed and collided with the magnetic peak, resembling waves crashing against the shore, or the heavens and earth collapsing. The vast beam of light covered the area, with a thunderous sound.
At the same time, the golden-winged giant bird dove down, its body shielded by the magnetic artifact. A giant golden claw then descended, aiming to grab the small figure.
"Bang!"
The small figure did not retreat. He used the broken sword against the magnetic mountain and his left hand to counter the giant claw. The collision was like a thunderbolt, rumbling and unleashing endless explosions of symbols.
The golden giant bird let out a long howl, soaring into the sky. Its eyes showed a strange light. Despite its superior knowledge of symbols and higher realm, it failed to crush the human youth into blood and mud.
The small figure felt a chill. The golden giant bird was indeed formidable, surpassing the White Tiger. It was a tough opponent.
"Mountain chicken, you’re not pure-blooded, but you’re stronger than the ancient beings. What’s your origin?" He asked, holding the broken sword.
"It’s a half-blooded golden roc," the Nine-Headed Lion behind him spoke up, explaining that the bird's bloodline was strong. In fact, it was on the same path and might one day become a pure-blooded Nine-Headed Lion.
"Half-blood golden roc, it must be quite tasty," the small figure said, pointing his broken sword toward the sky. At this moment, his aura was entirely different.
"Everyone, step back!" The golden-winged giant bird commanded from the sky, glowing all over, preparing to use its most powerful divine abilities to kill the small figure.
As it spoke, not only did the dozen or so ancient beings quickly retreat, but the Great Red Bird and others also hurriedly moved away. This place was bound to become a disaster zone.
The small figure’s fighting spirit grew even stronger. With a loud shout, his body almost became transparent, his energy and spirit boiling, and all of it was infused into the broken sword.
With a "hum," the sword seemed to awaken from a deep slumber, transforming into a blazing sun, its light even more intense, and its sword energy surged like a sea.
The sword’s divine power was unpredictable. The small figure had been holding back before, but now he was using it with all his might, aiming to subdue the golden-winged roc.
The golden-winged roc let out a long cry, its gaze intimidating, and it ascended rapidly towards the sky, using the magnetic peak to block. Its speed was so fast that it narrowly avoided this calamity.
The speed of the golden-winged roc made the Great Red Bird shiver, knowing it was outmatched.
"Indeed, the roc species is one of the fastest beings in the world," the small figure muttered, feeling even more vigilant.
"You are strong. You have obtained an extraordinary artifact. But it’s still not enough. Today, I will take your life," the golden-winged giant bird said coldly from high in the sky.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the sky was filled with divine fire. The golden light became even more terrifying. It wasn’t just the giant bird that was glowing; a golden fan appeared, burning brightly.
"An ancient artifact!" Some ancient beings exclaimed. This was a golden fan with radiant feathers, like the sun burning. When the divine tide erupted, this artifact had displayed its power.
"It was refined using a wing of the Golden Crow. What a powerful artifact," everyone felt a deep chill.
The immense fire surged down, instantly causing magma on the ground to boil, red waves reaching the sky, aiming to engulf the small figure with its divine might.
"Open up for me!" The small figure roared, stepping on the Suan Ni treasure mirror, with electric light flashing as he soared into the sky. His broken sword slashed at the high heavens, cutting through the vast waves of fire, attacking the golden-winged roc.
"Kill!"
The golden-winged giant bird roared, diving down again, with the magnetic peak suppressing and interfering with the broken sword, while the golden fan fiercely waved, sweeping down with terrifying fluctuations.
The collision between the two created a deafening roar, with endless light engulfing the sky and earth, blinding everyone.
After a long time, as the light faded, people could finally see. The small figure was tattered and burned in several places, blood flowing from his mouth.
The golden-winged roc was also suffering. Its golden feathers were withered, and it had a wound on its chest with blood gushing out.
"Truly powerful," the small figure had suffered significant injuries. His body was so strong that he was nearly shattered today.
The golden giant bird was equally shocked. Its fan, obtained from the Treasure Cliff, was an ancient artifact left by the saints. Although it was damaged, it was still in better condition than the broken sword. Why had it still failed to defend against the sword energy?
Had it not been for its near-pure-blood evolution and its strong physique, other beings would have been shattered by now.
The golden-winged roc roared angrily. Its realm was higher than the small figure’s, and it possessed two world-shocking artifacts. Yet, it still couldn’t kill the opponent, which was unforgivable.
If it were the White Tiger, it believed the tiger would have been killed instantly. This human youth was indeed far stronger than the White Tiger.
"Kill!"
The golden-winged roc spread its wings and struck the sky again, carrying two artifacts and diving down once more. The magnetic peak locked onto the broken sword, not seeking to completely pin it down but just to interfere. It fully activated the Golden Crow wing, a powerful artifact rumored to contain pure-blooded Golden Crow feathers. Even though it was damaged, its power was unmatched.
The small figure roared, facing an unimaginable enemy. The opponent’s two artifacts could rival ancient magical tools, and at this moment, he also fought desperately.
"Hum!"
The broken sword grew stronger as it faced a stronger opponent. The rust fell off, revealing part of the dark blade, and the sword’s radiance became even more intense.
"What? It can become even stronger?" The golden-winged roc felt a chill. It noticed that the more pressure it applied, the more terrifying the sword became. This was unimaginable, and a sense of dread filled its heart.
Previously, when the small figure used this sword against the White Tiger, the golden-winged giant bird had observed and estimated the sword’s power, which made it overconfident.
But after the battle had reached this stage, the sword's power had been exceeded several times, making it increasingly terrifying.
"I, the master of slaughter, will subdue you here!" The golden-winged roc roared, its entire body ablaze with light as it unleashed all its potential, aiming to kill the small figure immediately. It felt that if the battle dragged on, there would be significant trouble.
"Boom!"
The golden fan glowed, transforming into a massive divine wing that hovered in mid-air and waved downward. It not only had raging divine fire but also various terrifying symbols, including lightning.
The small figure’s black hair stood on end, his eyes like lightning, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He faced the high sky, and the broken sword in his hand erupted with a massive beam of light like a volcanic eruption, slashing towards the divine wing.
With a "hum," the gray peak descended, causing intense interference and affecting the sword’s power.
With a thunderous roar, the three artifacts erupted, making the heavens and earth terrifyingly chaotic. Firelight, sword energy, and magnetic divine power surged, turning the place into a realm of destruction.
The small figure coughed up blood, shouting loudly as he fought fiercely with the golden-winged roc. The giant bird also had a new wound on its body, bleeding outward.
The battle was incredibly intense; anyone who hesitated would be immediately killed. Only by advancing relentlessly could one hope to survive.
The small figure was exhausted from the battle. The opponent had two terrifying artifacts, and he was struggling to keep up. He wanted to use the Qiankun Bag to test its power, but it had just been obtained and wasn’t yet refined, making it difficult to control.
"Kill!"
The small figure wielded the broken sword, letting it soar up and strike at the divine wing and the magnetic peak.
"Good come!" The golden giant bird roared, activating its two artifacts to suppress the ancient magical tool while it itself lunged at the small figure.
The two artifacts clashed, and they began close combat.
The golden roc was a half-blood divine bird with a higher realm and superior mastery of symbols, displaying terrifying strength.
However, the small figure’s physique was exceptionally strong, capable of fighting and even capturing true ancient beast cubs.
Thus, their battle was both dangerous and intense, with blood splattering and a fierce stalemate that left many onlookers in shock.
The golden-winged roc was stunned. This human youth must have been concealing his strength before; now he was revealing his true battle power. His physique was so strong that it could rival pure-blooded divine beasts.
"Kill!"
With the battle reaching this critical point, there was no retreat. The golden-winged roc’s eyes turned into two golden whirlpools, devouring souls and trying to tear apart the small figure’s spirit.
"Roar!" The small figure let out a great roar, releasing a burst of pure and fiery energy combined with lightning, crashing into the roc’s eyes.
"Boom!"
Divine light burst forth, with lightning and golden whirlpools burning, creating a stunning scene.
With a swish, the golden wing slashed down, sharper than a heavenly blade, a true display of the roc’s power. Golden symbols filled the sky, making it incredibly frightening.
"Open up!"
The small figure roared, swinging his right leg and delivering a powerful kick, also infused with divine light. It collided with the divine wing, with booming sounds and an intricate weave of symbols.
Both were thrown backward. The small figure’s eyes were sharp, and the golden-winged roc felt intense pain in its wing. Without relying on its high realm to mitigate the effects, it might have been injured.
The small figure was resolute. If it had been another ancient being, his strongest kick would have shattered it. This golden giant bird could actually contend with him, proving to be a real opponent.
At this moment, he desperately wished that his realm were higher. If it were, this battle would not be so arduous. He longed to become stronger.
"Kill!"
The golden-winged roc spread its wings and dived down from the clouds, starting another round of fierce attacks. Its golden claws reached out, aiming to tear the small figure apart.
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