"I admire you greatly!" The white-robed demon youth got straight to the point, an impossibly thick smile spread across his face.
Qin Ming smiled back. "I have a pretty good impression of you too. Quite a fine figure of a youth—you really grew up nicely."
Since the other party had praised him, Qin Ming naturally returned the goodwill, a textbook example of repaying courtesy in kind.
Both were smiling, yet neither meant a word of it.
After all, whether praising an opponent's fine qualities or remarking on how well they had grown, both were merely commenting on the other's rich "medicinal potency"—glossing over the crude act of harvesting herbs with pleasantries.
The white-robed demon youth said, "Human seed, to be completely frank with you, this war between our two races won't be like previous ones. Your Dongyu is destined to have its rivers and mountains shattered, its soil drenched in blood, and the ancestral grounds of every sect trampled flat by gods."
He continued on his own, "This is the general trend; no one can resist the mighty force of such a grand era. You can never comprehend just how powerful your opponents are this time. Let me point you toward a clear path: come with me."
He had changed his mind. He felt this stalk of medicine had grown far too well; "consuming" it now would be something of a waste. Nurturing it for several more decades until it reached a higher realm would be of immense help to his breakthrough and enlightenment.
As for the corpse of his "virtuous brother" lying on the ground, he never spared it a second glance.
The white-robed demon youth had lofty ambitions. He intended to use this campaign of trampling Yezhou to stockpile a large reserve of humanoid great medicines.
"Are you demons really that confident? Aiming to wipe out my Yezhou completely?" Qin Ming was in no hurry to strike. He actually wanted to hear the youth's "brilliant insights" to see if he could dig out any valuable intelligence.
The white-robed demon youth said, "When the gods emerge and tread the heavenly passes, who can stop them? Dongyu is fated to become demon soil. The outcome was decided long ago."
Qin Ming's heart sank. The demons were brimming with confidence. What level were these so-called gods at? Could they be standing in the middle or late stages of the Seventh Realm?
If so, they would already rival Earth Immortals!
He asked, "Does the demon race have Earth Gods emerging?"
The white-robed demon youth smiled faintly, offering no answer to the question. Instead, he brought up ancient glories, saying, "In those ancient times, our Hanging Ridge was the sacred ground of the avian tribes, once presided over by Heavenly Gods. Pledging allegiance to our side would by no means disgrace your status."
Qin Ming had recently looked into the major powers on the opposing side.
Hanging Ridge indeed possessed an extraordinary background. It had once been an exceptionally powerful demon grotto-heaven suspended high above dark clouds. As for now, it had long since collapsed, leaving only a final solitary mountain ridge floating aloft.
Refusing to give up, Qin Ming probed further, saying, "Seeing how confident you are, I really want to know just how powerful your emerging gods truly are. There's no taboo about that, is there? You might as well share."
The white-robed youth smiled and shook his head, refusing to yield the slightest scrap of information. "My name is Huang Fei. My clan holds considerable sway within Hanging Ridge. If you attach yourself to my side, your safety will be guaranteed."
Qin Ming realized the demon youth was tight-lipped. Dropping his cordial demeanor, he remarked, "I'm rather curious where you get your confidence from, acting as if you already have me completely figured out."
Huang Fei lifted his head toward the night sky and said placidly, "My elder brother is the Jade Emperor. As his blood brother, I naturally will not tarnish his illustrious name."
"The Jade Emperor? Quite a grandiose title," Qin Ming said. Without even thinking, he knew that this elder brother must be an illustrious heavenly demon seed within the demon civilization.
Sure enough, the bird demons circling beneath the sky that had accompanied Huang Fei all displayed reverence at the mention of the title "Jade Emperor."
An eagle demon even snapped, "Show some respect to the Jade Emperor!"
Qin Ming swept his gaze over them and remarked, "It seems this Jade Emperor is quite famous. I just wonder how capable he really is."
Without Huang Fei needing to say another word, another demon called down from the night sky: "Once the great war erupts, you will understand the terrifying weight behind the words 'Jade Emperor.' It will press down on the seeds of your Dongyu until you can barely breathe, destined to fall beneath his feet crop after crop."
Qin Ming countered, "Watch your words. Our side is Yezhou."
Huang Fei sighed. "It seems we cannot come to terms. What a pity. I originally planned to raise you to the Fourth Realm, perhaps even the Fifth Realm. But you have no ambition for yourself, rushing blindly to throw your life away."
"What a poser!" The Thunder King Bird could no longer hold its tongue. Though the white-robed demon youth spoke placidly, his airs were anything but modest.
Huang Fei glanced at it. "A Thunder King Bird. Even in the Third Realm, you fly faster than many avian beasts of the Fourth Realm. Hmm, not a bad mount. Soon, you will become an 'unclaimed possession.' Follow me hereafter."
Qin Ming said, "A toad yawning big talk. Come, let me see just how extraordinary the brother of the Jade Emperor is. I hope your wondrous blood doesn't disappoint me."
"I still don't know your name." Huang Fei remained calm, looking leisurely and composed as if everything were entirely within his grasp, thoroughly putting on airs.
By this point, Qin Ming had no need for pseudonyms like Li Ye or Zhou Wubing. "Qin Ming."
Huang Fei nodded. "Qin Ming? Hmm, sounds faintly familiar. It seems you possess a bit of fame, but your pedigree isn't particularly grand. I can't quite recall who you are for the moment."
The demon civilization had naturally investigated the prominent figures of Yezhou, but their inquiries mostly focused on figures at the patriarch level, as well as grandmaster-domain experts.
As for immortal seeds of the Second Realm, they simply did not qualify. No matter how outstanding, they never entered the eyes of demon leadership, because they could not influence the greater battlefield in the slightest.
The younger generation of demons had only conducted superficial checks on Yezhou's human seeds, primarily centering their investigations around formidable figures of the Third Realm.
In their eyes, Second Realm seeds were still too shallow in cultivation. Regardless of potential, it could not be converted into immediate combat strength, leaving them unable to achieve anything significant in this war.
Huang Fei paced slowly, turned around, and presented his back to Qin Ming, speaking placidly: "In a frontal clash, I have never tasted defeat. Come, I will give you a chance!"
Qin Ming had never encountered such a pompous opponent. For the first time in his life, he was so thoroughly dismissed that his foe literally turned his back on him.
The Thunder King Bird tilted its eyes, staring silently at Huang Fei, saying nothing this time.
"Your ego has truly flown to the heavens. You don't actually think you're the Jade Emperor of Heaven, do you?" Qin Ming sighed.
Then, he swung his palm forward in a vicious strike. Daring to turn one's back on him like that was an eye-opener; it showed him that no matter how arrogant someone was, there was always someone more arrogant, and no matter how hard someone posed, there was always a bigger poser.
In an instant, wind and thunder roared across the mountaintop. Flying sand and tumbling rocks surged with golden mist, and the ground cracked apart.
Qin Ming truly wanted nothing more than to swat him into meat paste with a single slap.
Yet his state of mind quickly settled into calm. To stir such fluctuations in his emotions proved this opponent was certainly no simple fool.
*Crack!*
At that very moment, the white-robed demon youth moved. The ground atop the summit shattered violently, and the entire mountain shook.
Huang Fei was indeed extraordinary. The moment power surged into his feet, his entire aura transformed. The might of a single kick carried the momentum of collapsing mountains and caving ground.
His white robes snapped violently. Leaning his torso forward, his right leg kicked backward like a streak of lightning, accompanied by a horrifying sonic boom. Surrounding boulders the size of millstones were tossed into the high sky as lightly as autumn leaves before detonating midair.
The speed and power of this kick were truly terrifying, startling even the Thunder King Bird. The bird felt that if it took a single blow from that foot, it would be instantly crippled and its physical body might detonate on the spot.
Qin Ming was surprised. This ostentatious opponent was indeed formidable; he wasn't purely bluffing. Judging by the sheer power of this kick alone, it was a whole tier stronger than the club strike Li Qingxu had unleashed.
Of course, Huang Fei was already established in the Third Realm, so his cultivation was naturally higher.
Qin Ming subtly adjusted the path of his palm, unwilling to collide with the sole of the youth's shoe. Instead, he struck laterally toward the shinbone—a relatively fragile area he intended to snap in half.
Yet within an instant, his gaze shifted.
Huang Fei's leg underwent a transformation, swelling explosively into a literal, massive long leg covered in serrated spikes.
When Qin Ming's palm collided with it, sparks flew in all directions amid a metallic clang. Even with his Vajra Palm wrapped in dazzling sunset radiance, he felt a faint, stinging pain.
He drifted backward, glancing down at his palm. Fortunately, his physical body was extraordinarily tough and currently impervious to ordinary weapons; not even the skin had broken.
Qin Ming looked at his opponent with a strange expression, finally realizing why Huang Fei had turned his back. Putting on airs was one thing, but the greater reason was to facilitate his ultimate technique.
This white-robed demon youth was actually a—Mountain-Toppler!
The greatest of all his lifelong skills were concentrated in that pair of immensely powerful, elongated legs.
Huang Fei was a locust beast. His true form resembled a giant grasshopper, his legs covered in jagged spikes. All his earlier posturing and turning his back on Qin Ming had been done to build up momentum, intending to unleash his killer move right off the bat and kick his opponent to death in a single strike.
Qin Ming remarked, "You're a locust beast? Do grasshoppers count as feathered avian tribes too? And they even hold significant sway at Hanging Ridge? That's ridiculous."
At the same time, he also realized that the so-called Jade Emperor was probably an evolution derived from a "Jade Locust."
"We are not mere locusts! How dare you slight and desecrate our locust beast clan?" Huang Fei's expression darkened. At the same time, he flexed his right leg, feeling swollen, sore, and numb, his blood circulation obstructed.
He knew he had run into an extraordinarily terrifying opponent. For a human youth to take his strongest backward kick barehanded was truly shocking. Even so, he still had cards up his sleeve.
The next instant, neither exchanged another word, immediately erupting into combat.
Retracting the massive legs reputed to topple mountains, Huang Fei reverted to his dashing, youthful appearance. After several attacks yielded no results, he soared into the air, the clothes across his back tearing open to reveal a pair of translucent wings.
Those were locust beast wings. They vibrated with metallic clangs, unleashing barrage after barrage of razor-sharp sword qi.
"People claim the human sword immortals possess transcendent attack power, but our demon sword immortals far surpass them!" a falcon demon shouted in praise from the night sky.
The term "demon sword immortal" encompassed many clans that utilized their innate racial abilities to augment their strikes, sweeping out sword light of astonishing lethality.
Just like now: as Huang Fei hovered midair, the translucent locust wings vibrating on his back not only emitted horrifying sound waves that disrupted one's mental field, but also cast a dense, interwoven lattice of crisscrossing sword light.
Qin Ming murmured to himself, "Possessing such combat prowess at the early stage of the Third Realm is truly quite remarkable. It seems his brother, the Jade Emperor, really is a very dangerous figure."
He made a mental note of this yet-unmet "Jade Emperor," engraving the name into his mind.
Qin Ming parried the incoming sword light and retaliated in kind, circulating the *Golden Cicada Classic*. Instantly, cicada chirps rang deafeningly like thunderclaps across the night sky.
Furthermore, a golden spiritual cicada materialized as he formed hand seals. Its wings were paper-thin, carrying streaks of sword light as it flew forward.
In a flash, the golden cicada released thunderous resonance amidst intersecting sword light, blasting and shaking the surrounding terrain, suppressing Huang Fei's sword barrage.
Qin Ming secretly sent a voice transmission to the Thunder King Bird: "Go find some messenger birds and inform the old fogies in the city. Heavenly demon seeds are perishing one after another here; eighty percent chance it will provoke an old demon to seek revenge."
He intended to drag out the fight, choosing not to deal the fatal blow immediately.
This was originally an isolated fringe far from the main battlefield of patriarchs, where no prominent figures would ordinarily pay attention. Just like before, the demons that crossed the border were only early Third Realm mantis beasts, black peacocks, and the like.
After slaying several waves of demons, he had ultimately drawn out the wondrous-blood creature, the black-and-white sparrow.
Now, a second heavenly demon seed, Huang Fei, had arrived. For Qin Ming, this was immense luck, equivalent to unearthing two stalks of blood medicine.
However, it also signaled approaching danger.
If such heavenly demon seeds disappeared, it would eventually attract the attention of old demons.
In particular, Huang Fei possessed a grand background as the direct younger brother of the Jade Emperor; his death would undoubtedly cause no small amount of trouble.
Qin Ming was already making preparations, requesting support from higher-ups to respond to sudden crises at any moment.
As a high-ranking avian beast, the Thunder King Bird had gathered many "followers" over recent days. Soon, several small birds flew off one after another into the distance.
Standing on the mountain peak, Qin Ming formed seals continuously with both hands. Golden cicadas chirped amid rolling thunder and layered sword light.
The group of demons looking on were utterly stunned. They felt that what this human displayed did not resemble the ordinary methods of human sword immortals, but rather the innate abilities of demon sword immortals.
With a solemn expression, Huang Fei unleashed his full power, clashing sword against sword in a duel belonging purely to the realm of "demon sword immortals."
From time to time, he would also lash out with a kick, each strike carrying tremendous force. With a boom, a kick blasted a gaping crater into the summit, ripping deep, pitch-black fissures across the ground.
Qin Ming met him calmly, matching sword light with sword light and parrying the mountain-toppling leg techniques with his Vajra Fist. They traded blows fiercely back and forth.
As time passed and nearly two hundred exchanges elapsed, the two remained deadlocked.
Huang Fei went from supreme confidence to a slight frown, and then to grim solemnity. As a heavenly demon seed rather than an ordinary demon genius, his perception was exceptionally keen.
He sensed something was wrong. Had this human youth walking the path of a "demon sword immortal" been hiding his true strength earlier? After fighting to a standstill with his virtuous brother, the black-and-white sparrow, Qin Ming theoretically shouldn't have been his match at all.
Yet now, this Qin Ming was fighting him to a draw as well.
*Damn it!* Decisive and sensing imminent disaster, he did not hesitate for a second. With a swoosh, he shot straight toward the heavens.
As a locust beast, he could naturally traverse both earth and sky. His translucent wings vibrated furiously, propelling him toward the cover of the night mist.
"What?!" Panic struck him as he felt his legs stick in place.
Huang Fei looked down to see golden threads wrapped tightly around his ankles, impossible to shake off.
Qin Ming was circulating the *Golden Silkworm Classic*. Heavenly light force surged from every pore of his body like threads of gold silk, several of which pierced the night to bind his opponent's legs before yanking him violently downward.
How could he possibly allow this potent heavenly demon seed to escape?
"You!" Huang Fei's expression changed completely. His premonition had come true: the damned human youth hadn't used his full strength earlier, and his true cultivation was far greater than what he had shown.
Qin Ming remained expressionless. He had sent word in advance, estimating that the old fogies behind him would arrive faster than the demons.
Even so, to be safe, he preferred to prolong the fight a bit longer.
After dragging Huang Fei to the ground, he resumed trading blows with the demon.
Several dozen exchanges later, Huang Fei's face looked utterly wretched. Could this duel look any more staged? Even as one of the participants, he could hardly bear to watch.
His gaze turned frigid as he continually searched for a suitable opening.
Now, he had found it. Clashing fiercely against his foe, he suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a jade sword shot out with a swoosh, unleashing a hazy white radiance.
Huang Fei wore a sinister grin, completely shedding his earlier refined and transcendent air, waiting for the sword light to cleave his enemy in two.
Before Qin Ming, golden heavenly light force formed fine, silken strands to block the white light erupting from the jade sword. Yet the layered web woven from golden silkworm force was sliced clean through!
Most importantly, his hairs stood on end as he sensed extreme danger from this streak of sword light—wholly distinct from anything Huang Fei had displayed before, surpassing it by leagues.
*This isn't his sword light!*
Qin Ming understood at once: this was sword intent left behind in the jade sword by someone else, nurtured by Huang Fei through long refinement until it manifested as an astonishingly lethal strike.
Qin Ming did not panic. Raising his right hand, he grasped directly for the sword light.
Others could not see it, but Huang Fei saw it clearly: within the shelter of Qin Ming's five fingers, a miniature yin-yang diagram spun in his palm.
When the peerless sword light struck Qin Ming's palm, a deafening metallic screech reverberated through the void, causing the surrounding rocks and vegetation to explode.
Yet that sword light could not pierce the hand raised before him, ground down and obliterated by the yin-yang diagram in his palm.
Huang Fei was horrified. This was a "sword seed" gifted to him by his elder brother. Though daily refinement and demonic power nourishment couldn't match a true strike from the Jade Emperor drawing his blade, it was more than sufficient to execute any opponent in the same realm.
Over the past two years, he had been unstoppable, using this sword to slay extremely troublesome foes; regardless of their background or noble demon bloodlines, a single strike ended them all.
"How could such a person exist? He blocked my brother's Jade Emperor sword seed!" Unable to believe his eyes, he was gripped by terror, knowing his chances of survival today were bleak.
Earlier, when he claimed to be undefeated among his peers, it had been no idle boast; with this sword seed on his person, he truly could dominate numerous opponents.
No outsider knew he harbored such a lethal sword light, which brought death to all who beheld it.
"You really are extraordinary, forcing me to use genuine strength," Qin Ming remarked, a compliment offered in complete sincerity.
He then sighed, "Faking a fight requires caution."
Holding back could easily lead to disaster. Without absolute control, suppressing one's cultivation in combat was practically suicide.
In battle, circumstances shifted in the blink of an eye, and an opponent might unleash any desperate, life-threatening measure.
"This human youth..." Huang Fei knew his scheme had collapsed and attempted to send a voice transmission. However, Qin Ming's golden silkworm force sealed him tight, fine strands of heavenly light force weaving a cage that enveloped him, denying him any chance to speak.
Even so, the demons circling in the night sky possessed sharp eyes and realized Huang Fei was falling into dire straits.
"Hurry, deliver the message!" a demon whispered. After all, this was the direct younger brother of the Jade Emperor; they had to do everything possible to save him.
Immediately after, several demons swooped downward.
Qin Ming knew he could no longer stall by putting on an evenly matched show.
*Pfft!*
His golden silkworm force impaled Huang Fei's body, pinning him to the mountaintop. Looking down, Qin Ming said, "This is the extent of your skill? For all that posing, you amount to nothing more than this."
*Hiss!*
The demons that had just plunged into range gasped in terror. Attempting to flap their wings, they found themselves unable to climb as threads of golden silkworm force surged upward, ensnaring them alongside gleaming flashes of saber light.
Though these demons fought back with all their might, they were cleaved down one by one, perishing violently across the summit.
In the night sky, the falcon demon attempting to flee with the message was exceptionally fast, yet still lagged behind the Thunder King Bird, which overtook and slaughtered it.
Farther out in the distance were scout birds of the avian tribes, weak in combat and responsible only for transmitting news.
Qin Ming drew his bow, nocking arrows and detonating every single one of them with pinpoint accuracy.
"Just who are you?" Despair washed over Huang Fei; he had kicked an iron plate.
Seeing Qin Ming approach, he blurted out hurriedly, "My brother is the Jade Emperor! Don't kill me! Release me, and it might save your life at a critical moment!"
"Are you dreaming? As a great medicine, you don't have the slightest self-awareness." Qin Ming hoisted him up, delivered several slaps across his face, and then swept a streak of sword light across his throat, ending his life.
"Kill me, and your end will be no better! Wherever the Jade Emperor marches, no one can save your life!" These were Huang Fei's dying words. Soon after, his consciousness was incinerated into ashes by heavenly light.
"My lord, the message has been delivered! The people in the city said there is no need to worry—experts will arrive shortly," several messenger birds reported upon returning.
Another rare bird added, "The lords in the city said that more than one expert is patrolling the nearby territories. If any unexpected change occurs, reinforcements will come to your aid."
"Let's just hope they don't drop the ball at the critical moment," Qin Ming muttered to himself, standing atop the peak and gazing toward the pitch-black horizon.
Soon, he extracted the wondrous blood from the true form of the locust beast and temporarily sealed it away. Having just refined the blood medicine of the black-and-white sparrow, he had yet to completely absorb its benefits.
*Thump! Thump! Thump!*
Tremendous vibrations sounded from the horizon, as if a colossal beast were charging forward.
At the world's edge, the terrain was relatively gentle with sparse mountains dotting vast plains, covered in dense forests as far as the eye could see.
In the distance, giant trees toppled, beasts scattered in panic, and birds took flight. Was a massive behemoth on the march?
"Its speed isn't particularly fast, but it seems to be heading straight for my position." Qin Ming's expression turned grim.
The old fogies from the city behind him had yet to show up. Could an old demon from the opposite side have arrived first?
If a Fourth Realm expert appeared, he would likely be no match; spanning an entire major realm, practically no one could achieve a lower-to-higher victory.
He had tasted bitter experience before: back in the First Realm, when he encountered the Cui clan's old woman at the early stage of the Third Realm, he stood no chance at all. Her protective heavenly light and natural spirit field alone had shredded him, and he had only barely survived by shattering to pieces.
"If those old fogies prove unreliable, I can only avoid its edge and retreat for now."
Before long, a towering, burly figure six meters tall stepped into his field of vision. It was not as tall as the surrounding trees, but its strength was terrifying; any obstacle in its path was shattered completely with a single sweep of its arm.
"A humanoid monster!"
The creature had a human shape, yet exuded the primeval aura of a prehistoric beast. Its face was flat, its nose merely two nostrils without a bridge, and its head completely bald.
Most critically, its entire body was silver-white, glowing faintly in the night.
"This closely resembles one of the giant beasts recorded in ancient texts—a humanoid silver war beast!" Qin Ming's expression grew solemn.
In ancient times, giant beasts alongside mountain-like flora had nearly wiped out humanity in Yezhou, bringing catastrophic hardship and devastation.
Later, aided by certain other races and the rise of human experts, humanity finally defeated the giant beasts.
"A silver war beast... judging by this aura, it's in the Fourth Realm. I probably won't be a match for it." Qin Ming sensed impending trouble.
It began ascending the mountain. Coldness saturated the eyes on its flat face, and every step it took landed with a booming crash, crushing boulders beneath its feet.
"The monsters our ancestors faced still exist among the demon race; they were never fully eradicated."
Among the giant beast tribes, the humanoid silver war beast was considered miniature in size, yet its combat power was exceptionally formidable. The title of "silver" was proof enough of its terrifying potential—reaching the Fourth Realm simply upon adulthood.
Reaching the summit, the silver war beast caught sight of Huang Fei's corpse. Instantly turning berserk, a dazzling silver glow erupted from its body as it charged toward Qin Ming.
Sure enough, slaying the brother of the Jade Emperor had stirred up serious trouble that could not be settled peacefully; before long, a humanoid silver war beast had already arrived on the scene.
Qin Ming leaped onto the back of the midair Thunder King Bird, gripping his mutton-fat jade iron saber. Man and bird moved as one, streaking across the low sky like a bolt of lightning.
How could he know he couldn't win without trying? He didn't want to retreat without testing it in combat.
*Clang!*
Using his extreme speed, Qin Ming dodged the silver war beast's terrifying palm strike, leaving a trace of blood on its shoulder and wounding it.
Yet rather than rejoicing, he felt deep concern. The creature's defensive power was staggering, its flesh astonishingly resilient. Though the mutton-fat jade iron saber cleaved through its meat, it was halted by a mysterious beast essence, making it impossible to sever the shoulder.
Furthermore, as silver light flared, the war beast's wound began healing at rapid speed.
Such monsters did not know how to channel heavenly light force, nor did they comprehend conscious spiritual light. Relying purely on beast essence and an overwhelming physical constitution, they simply crushed through any opposition.
Qin Ming circled it and struck three more times, but the results were negligible. His deepest cut barely nicked the bone, falling far short of inflicting a crippling blow.
"Roar!"
The humanoid silver war beast suddenly let loose a furious roar toward the night sky. Boiling beast essence erupted, silver light blazing like wildfire, nearly knocking the Thunder King Bird out of the sky.
The bird's blood churned wildly, nearly suffering heavy internal injuries from being so close.
Qin Ming's expression changed. This giant beast was truly terrifying and extremely difficult to deal with.
Terror-stricken, the Thunder King Bird climbed high into the sky, no longer daring to dive back down.
The humanoid silver war beast stomped the ground apart and buried Huang Fei's corpse beneath the earth.
It snarled at Qin Ming with icy eyes, then turned and began striding down the mountain.
Qin Ming frowned. Was it simply leaving just like that?
Soon, he realized something was terribly wrong: the humanoid silver war beast was running straight in the direction of Qingfeng Town!
"The old fogies issued orders to stand firm against any demons crossing the border, yet they vanished into thin air when it matters most? Why haven't they shown up yet!" Qin Ming grew anxious.
If such a war beast barged into Qingfeng Town, the entire town would be wiped off the map.
He gazed into the distance, letting out a prolonged roar, yet no powerful reinforcements answered.
Qin Ming's brows knit tight. Remembering the filthy, innocent little faces of the town's children, he gritted his teeth, steered the Thunder King Bird forward, and plunged down from the sky with a swoosh, blocking the direct path of the humanoid silver war beast.
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