A massive eagle soaring through the sky with a wingspan of over three zhang hovered in the high air dozens of feet above the ground.

Even though the sky had darkened to the point of resembling night, this second-rank demonic bird could still lock onto every figure below.

Then, it suddenly dove straight downward.

The air currents kicked up by the Blue-Iris Eagle's dive stung the faces of the Moon-Embracing Sect cultivators.

Aside from Nie Yu and Zhou Wu, the other Moon-Embracing Sect disciples all turned pale.

Just a mere second-rank demonic beast.

Before they had laid eyes on the demonic bird, that was indeed how they had all scornfully regarded it.

But when the Blue-Iris Eagle came hurtling toward them from the sky, their bodies stiffened to the point where they almost forgot to breathe.

Among the group of Qi Circulation Realm disciples, only Nie Yu was in slightly better shape.

That was because he had enough confidence in his own strength.

"Wretched beast!"

Letting out a thunderous roar, Nie Yu charged forward, channeling the true qi in his meridians, then swung a palm strike at the eagle diving toward him.

But before his palm could even reach the Blue-Iris Eagle, he was sent flying by a single beat of the demonic bird's wing.

He crashed through two large trees in succession before finally coming to a stop.

Blood trickled from the corner of Nie Yu's mouth, and the true qi in his meridians was in turmoil.

Although his injuries were light, the immense impact and crushing pressure made Nie Yu understand why demonic beasts ranked half a tier above cultivators of the same realm.

Because when cultivators faced enormous demonic beasts, the disadvantage of their body size was simply too great.

It left a person with a full cultivation base, yet unable to muster any strength.

The lower the realm, the more pronounced the disparity brought by size became.

And when Nie Yu turned his gaze back to the Blue-Iris Eagle rising into the sky, its silhouette against the night, his pupils instantly contracted to the size of needle tips.

The Blue-Iris Eagle's talons were like curved blades, about three inches long.

And on the left talon of the Blue-Iris Eagle as it rose once more into the air, a human figure was actually hanging.

That was Gao Tai. His heart had been completely pierced through by the Blue-Iris Eagle's talon, and all signs of life had already faded from him.

His corpse hung from the eagle's talons like a trophy of war.

Not only that, the other Moon-Embracing Sect disciples who had been standing together just moments ago had all suffered injuries of varying degrees, and had been sent tumbling to the ground.

"Wretched beast, do not be so insolent!"

But Nie Yu did not feel fear or retreat in the face of his fellow disciple's death. Instead, he only grew more furious.

He was not a sword cultivator, and therefore did not carry a sword at his waist.

But Nie Yu, being highly valued by the Moon-Embracing Sect, had naturally been bestowed with a spiritual artifact for self-protection by the sect's contemporary Sect Master.

An ice-blue short dagger slid out from the sleeve of Nie Yu's daoist robes. He broke into a run, and in the span of a single breath, he had already covered several zhang of distance.

The Blue-Iris Eagle once again dove toward Nie Yu's direction.

"Ha!"

Nie Yu let out a fierce shout, then leaped into the air, using the momentum to plant his foot on the Blue-Iris Eagle's wing, and drove the short dagger in his hand into the crevice between the eagle's wing and its torso.

This kind of damage was negligible to the giant eagle.

But it allowed Nie Yu to cling onto the body of this second-rank demonic beast, making it impossible for the beast to land any effective strikes on him.

The fifteen-year-old youth gripped the short dagger buried in the Blue-Iris Eagle's bone crevice with his left hand while his right hand channeled true qi, delivering blow after blow to the eagle's torso.

The Blue-Iris Eagle let out a piercing cry of agony. It clearly could not withstand the relentless attacks of a cultivator at the peak of the Qi Circulation Realm like Nie Yu. Its internal organs and bones had sustained severe damage.

Unable to maintain its flight posture, the demonic bird began a desperate vertical climb. In just a few breaths, it had reached an altitude of several hundred zhang.

Then it adjusted its posture and went into a breakneck dive toward the ground, plummeting downward.

Boom!

A thunderous crash sent dust and debris flying everywhere.

The Blue-Iris Eagle crushed Nie Yu beneath its body, but the violent impact did not directly end the life of this peak Qi Circulation Realm cultivator.

In fact, at this very moment, Nie Yu could still use the dagger he gripped tightly to fight back against the demonic bird with its wingspan of over three zhang.

But the disadvantage brought by the difference in size was ultimately too great.

The Blue-Iris Eagle raised its head, then violently drove its weight downward.

If that sharp and sturdy beak landed on Nie Yu's body with that kind of force, there would only be one outcome.

The entire world seemed to slow down in that very moment.

Could it be that he was going to die here?

He still had such a bright future ahead of him, a long Path to Immortality ahead...

Nie Yu seemed to already feel the pain that would surge through his body when it was pierced through.

He was filled with unwillingness.

Yet, it was precisely in the very next instant.

Nie Yu watched with his own eyes as a thin line appeared at the Blue-Iris Eagle's neck, and then the head flew off to the side.

The dull thud of it hitting the ground reached Nie Yu's ears.

At the same time, scorching demonic blood splashed across Nie Yu's face.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Struggling to sit up from the ground, Nie Yu coughed a few times, then looked at Zhou Wu, who was holding a sword and walking slowly toward him.

That demonic bird had just been decapitated by a single stroke of Zhou Wu's sword.

A Martial Spring Realm cultivator killing a second-rank demonic beast naturally did not require much effort.

"Senior Brother Zhou, thank you!"

Sitting up, Nie Yu spoke in Zhou Wu's direction while wiping the demonic blood from his face.

"Gao Tai is done for. How are the others..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Nie Yu suddenly felt a chill at his neck.

He saw Zhou Wu resting the very long sword that had just slain the demonic beast against Nie Yu's neck.

"...Senior Brother Zhou?"

Nie Yu looked up in shock, meeting Zhou Wu's gaze.

In Zhou Wu's eyes, he saw only cruelty and cold indifference.

And at that moment, Nie Yu understood everything.

The sound of a blade cutting through bone and flesh rang out. This fifteen-year-old youth, regarded by the Moon-Embracing Sect as their hope for the future, was thus separated from his head.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

Witnessing all of this, a female cultivator of the Moon-Embracing Sect who was lying off to the side let out a piercing scream.

Her eyes, fixed on Zhou Wu, were filled with panic and utter unfamiliarity, as if she were looking at a monster.

Zhou Wu slowly turned around, then walked toward this female cultivator. He grabbed her by the hair and beheaded her with a single stroke.

Nie Yu had to die.

Zhou Wu casually tossed away the head in his hand, thinking this to himself, and walked toward the next injured Moon-Embracing Sect disciple lying nearby.

Everyone present had to die.

"Senior Brother Zhou, please spare me! Senior Brother Zhou! Senior Brother Zhou!"

The injured disciple could not get to his feet. He could only crawl desperately across the ground, trying to put as much distance between himself and Zhou Wu as possible.

Then, a sword pierced straight through his heart.

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