Wind Listening Cliff on Songdu Peak was the garden for the Seven-Colored Spirit Vultures that traveled between the various peaks.
A bruised, battered, and disheveled Tian Hao came running over in a hurry, leaving the people in the Seven-Colored Spirit Vulture Garden utterly astonished.
This punk was a Little Demon King on Songdu Peak. Relying on his grandfather, the Grand Elder, he was arrogant and domineering. No one expected a day would come when he'd be beaten to such a pulp right here on his home turf! And from the looks of it, he seemed to be fleeing for his life.
"Hey, you there! Get me a Seven-Colored Spirit Vulture! I need to go to Heaven-Reaching Peak!" Tian Hao shouted frantically.
"SCREECH!"
The words had barely left his mouth when a Seven-Colored Spirit Vulture flew over from the distance.
A woman in tight-fitting black clothes sat atop the Seven-Colored Spirit Vulture, immediately capturing everyone's attention.
"Damn, what a babe!"
