"Fourth Brother!"
"Roc, my ass!"
"Bastard, give my fourth brother back!"
Ning Xuan's words snapped the three stunned creatures back to their senses, and they all flew into a rage.
One of the creatures reached directly into the void. A moment later, a black broadsword over a hundred feet long sliced through the space, cleaving toward Ning Xuan with mountain-shattering might.
Ning Xuan didn't move an inch.
Zang Wu's gaze was fixed on him. With a casual, backhanded grab, he caught the broadsword, shattering it instantly.
"Third Master, why did you..." The creature that had attacked wasn't worried about hurting Zang Wu in the slightest. It was simply baffled as to why he had been stopped.
Zang Wu had no intention of explaining. Instead, he answered Ning Xuan's question seriously. "You're Ning Xuan, right? Forgive my boldness, but I'll call you Brother Ning. And Brother Ning, you were absolutely right. The Golden Eagle did indeed possess the bloodline of a Golden-Winged Roc!"
