What seemed like a light, drifting feather moved surprisingly slowly through the air, yet by the time the four people opened their eyes to look, the feather was already perilously close to Beiting Huang's face. There was no strength to counter, not even on the same level; no matter how confident Beiting Huang was, no matter how resolute his will, he couldn't bridge the gap between him and Blue Bird in strength.
Blue Bird represented absolute strength, not the half-baked kind embodied by Bing Feng.
"Little Ninth!"
As the Jianyu mercilessly headed for Beiting Huang, Xu Xiaomo once again swung her thorny claw, summoning a fierce mountain tiger that leapt through the air with a ground-shaking roar. Like a grenade, it hurled itself at Blue Bird with the force of thunder.
