"Who exactly is this?"
The answer came in the form of a furious roar from Blue Bird, its piercing call especially grating, causing all the magical beasts to cover their ears, yet still unable to block the rage-filled voice from reaching them, "You brat, if I don't tear you to pieces and devour you, then I'm not Blue Bird!"
"Hmph, you're not Blue Bird to begin with, you're a crow!" Beiting Huang cursed in his heart, but he dared not stop for even a moment. At this point, he couldn't care less about anything else and dashed towards the outside of the mountain range.
This Blue Bird had gone mad. If Beiting Huang had known that it was the ruler of Slaughtering Spirit Mountain, he might have shown some mercy when he attacked moments ago. At this moment, he had no desire to think about such things, he infused spiritual energy into his feet, running wildly as if he had stepped on two fire wheels.
