Each feather could inflict heavy injuries on a sixth-stage Saint Lord, but they were all knocked away when they landed on Lin Yun. No one could imagine just how powerful Lin Yun’s divine physique was.0

“H-How is this possible?!” Ghost Owl exclaimed in disbelief after regaining consciousness, unable to conceal the shock in her eyes. Even Ray Serpent and Heavenly Wood’s faces changed and became grave. As for Wang Jue, he couldn’t help turning to look over.0

Hovering in the air, Thunderhawk felt humiliated and furious. As golden light shone from him, he summoned his constellation and an ancient painting unfolded with a Kunpeng in an ocean. He roared, “How can a divine physique of the dragon clan possibly compete with the Golden Winged Roc?”0

“You seem to be unwilling to accept the reality?” Lin Yun smiled, raising his brow.0

“Hmph, Ancient Golden Winged Rocs feasts on dragons, and they have to consume hundreds of dragons daily. Today, I’ll eat you!” Thunderhawk said as a terrifying, wild instinct swept out from him that made everyone feel a chill run down their spines.1

Lin Yun smiled, “They feast on nagas, not true dragons. Nagas merely possess some of the dragon clan’s bloodline. They aren’t any different from worms. On the other...1