"This, this Fresh Blood Ghost Eagle King, was just killed like that?"
"How is that possible?"
"Even a quasi-emperor might not be enough to directly kill this Fresh Blood Ghost Eagle King; how did this person manage to do it?"
"Too strong, I've never heard of such a powerful individual, and his true form, this dragon, is unseen before, and on him, you can feel an extremely ancient aura, an ancient bloodline."
The seven or eight martial artists watched in disbelief as Chu Fengmian effortlessly killed the Fresh Blood Ghost Eagle King.
Previously, the Fresh Blood Ghost Eagle King hadn't even made a move, yet the eagle flock alone had pushed them to the brink of despair. Now, it was solved effortlessly by Chu Fengmian.
With the Fresh Blood Ghost Eagle King dead, the remaining ghost eagles scattered in all directions, fleeing at the sight of their king's death.
"Trying to escape? Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds!"
