Xu Yang's arm shuddered, and his Protective Gang Qi wavered violently, on the verge of shattering.
It felt as if his strike had landed on an iron mountain; the shock nearly broke his bones. The saber's glow shattered, and with a muffled grunt, his feet left the ground as he was sent flying backward.
Red Blood vibrated violently in his hand, nearly flying from his grasp.
'So hard!'
He glanced at the spot where his saber had struck the Cyan-Scaled Eagle. It had left only a single mark. While not shallow, it was nothing compared to the creature's beak, which was larger than a man's head.
"SCREECH!"
It let out a pained shriek, a bloodcurdling cry. With a beat of its wings, it charged toward Xu Yang like a whirlwind, intent on tearing him to pieces.
Xu Yang's senses detected a wave of hateful, frenzied killing intent.
'What immense power!'
He had always overpowered his opponents with sheer strength. This was the first time he had encountered something stronger than himself.
