PSHFFT!
The Mo Yuan Saber's edge flashed like lightning. Wrapped in a vicious momentum, it sliced through the Wind-Splitting Iron-Feathered Crane's enormous head as cleanly as a hot knife through butter.
Scalding-hot, crimson blood sprayed out, painting a tragic, beautiful streak of red in the afterglow of the setting sun.
CRACK!
The giant bird's head tumbled down, snapping several thick ironwood branches before plummeting heavily toward the ground.
Su Yu sheathed his saber. Grabbing one of the Iron-Feathered Crane's wings, which felt as if cast from pure iron, he leaped down from the hundred-year-old ironwood tree that stood hundreds of feet tall. Just before hitting the ground, he used Stepping in the Air to halt his descent, landing lightly.
Looking down at the massive Exotic Beast's corpse, a trace of satisfaction flashed in Su Yu's eyes.
