"Kunpeng Zi, Ye Ding!"
Half his golden wing had turned to ash. He had been on the verge of capturing Qian Kai and forcing Qi Xia'er to hand over the Sea God Relic, but then Ye Ding had intervened.
Rage burned in his heart. The Golden-winged Little Roc King stared coldly at Ye Ding, his chilling killing intent surging like a waterfall. He let out a long roar as his disheveled hair flew wildly, each strand standing on end.
"Senior Brother Ye, be careful. A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Although I managed to take some of his Essence Blood, he's not without the strength to resist!"
Qian Kai took a step back, moving to Qi Xia'er's side.
"Junior Brother Qian, are you all right?"
Worry was etched on Qi Xia'er's beautiful face as she looked at the gray-robed youth, her expression questioning.
The Sanmei Divine Wind was far too terrifying!
She had personally seen most of the Blood Qi in Qian Kai's Blood River blown away.
