"It's really that dead crow..."
Upon hearing that cheeky voice, Fang Xing instantly felt a surge of excitement, albeit mixed with a thread of anger... The only creature capable of evoking both happiness and anger within him must be that thieving bird, making one miss it yet even more eager to pluck its feathers.
"Hahahaha... Dead crow, I'm gonna stew you first..."
With roaring laughter, Fang Xing kicked the Black Bear Demon aside, hoisted the giant black sword, and charged into Uze Mountain. Upon reaching the cliff's edge, he leapt high into the air, taking advantage of the momentum to soar upwards. At the same time, the aura around him burst forth, creating a loud sonic boom that echoed through the rock walls and transmitted deep into the mountain.
"Hmm?… Who dares to call Lord Jin a dead crow… Wait… this voice sounds familiar?"
