Chapter 114: An Eighth-Rank Self-Destruction!

Yang Fan only heard a long, piercing cry before he saw a colossal shadow descend!

Kun Lie and Kun Wu roared fiercely, each slapping a massive palm imprint into the sky.

The Azure Sky Eagle glanced at the two enormous palm marks appearing in midair, a flicker of contempt flashing through its eyes.

Two mere eighth-rank Revered Ones dared to strike at it? Who gave them such audacity?

Facing it, they should have taken their own lives! How dare they muster such courage?

With a deafening, ancient cry that seemed to shake the heavens, the Azure Sky Eagle dove down, its sharp talons extended.

The two giant palm imprints shattered instantly.

Then, the Azure Sky Eagle struck with its claws again.

Despair filled Kun Lie and Kun Wu’s eyes.

Behind them, Yang Fan was at a loss, uncertain what else he could do.

This was not his battlefield.

The scene resembled the great relic war from long ago.

He could only watch from the city walls, forced to flee once the battle began.

All he could do was look up and witness the clash of the mighty above the firmament.

Beyond that, there was nothing he could do.

If their side’s mighty survived, he might live; if they perished, he would surely die. Apart from praying, nothing could alter fate.

Desperation and fierce resolve burned in Kun Lie and Kun Wu’s eyes.

They would not let the enemy have an easy victory, even in death.

Together, they surged into the sky, coordinating their assault to strike the descending massive talon.

The Azure Sky Eagle merely watched, making no unnecessary move.

The spectral talon collided with the two warriors.

At the moment of impact, Kun Wu suddenly accelerated, using his body to ram the Azure Sky Eagle’s talon.

But with one blow, Kun Wu dissipated into the air.

Kun Lie roared in fury, tears brimming at the corner of his eyes, rushing toward the enormous Azure Sky Eagle.

The eagle’s sharp gaze betrayed a hint of surprise, though no other thoughts crossed its mind.

Humans were always like this—why accept fate when they could stubbornly struggle? Sacrificing a life to block one of its claws—what difference did it make?

Only one remained. Another claw strike was inevitable.

At this moment, Kun Lie exuded overwhelming despair.

His internal energy condensed continuously, gathering in his dantian.

Yang Fan looked up at the firmament, bearing witness to Kun Lie’s final mark.

A tremendous explosion erupted in the sky.

Yang Fan, who had been staring upward, suddenly blacked out, losing all consciousness.

The overwhelming aura violently struck him unconscious.

The sky churned with energies, space itself twisting.

Suddenly, a furious cry broke the tumult.

The gigantic Azure Sky Eagle soared into the heavens with a piercing shriek.

Anger flashed in its keen eyes.

That human had brazenly charged right next to it before detonating himself.

Its gaze swept over a single feather at its feet.

The feather was scorched, half burnt away.

The more the Azure Sky Eagle looked, the angrier it became, its shrieks ceaseless.

This was an insult—such a vast chasm separated a tenth-rank extraordinary beast from an eighth-rank human. It had never imagined being harmed by a mere eighth-rank human, even if only half a feather was damaged.

They were not even on the same level.

Yang Fan lay unconscious on the vast plain, the Azure Sky Eagle circling above.

Its sharp eyes scanned his body.

Contempt eclipsed even the fury from the damaged feathers.

So weak. Such a person did not even deserve to be killed by it.

It could not be bothered to expend even a trace of its energy on such weakness. He was unworthy.

With a piercing cry, the Azure Sky Eagle vanished into the horizon.

On the sprawling plain, Yang Fan remained unconscious.

Distant scattered beasts, sensing the Azure Sky Eagle’s aura moments ago, dared not approach him.

Over an hour later, Yang Fan gradually stirred awake.

Opening his eyes, he leapt to his feet.

He examined his body, then surveyed the surroundings.

“Still alive?” he whispered, disbelief coloring his voice.

When Kun Wu was struck down by the talon, Yang Fan had already felt his fate sealed.

Before losing consciousness, he seemed to witness Kun Lie’s self-detonation.

But before passing out, he was certain he was dead—the darkness had already engulfed his consciousness.

Yet, surprisingly, he was still alive—and the Azure Sky Eagle had not killed him.

Had it deemed him unworthy?

Yang Fan did not know.

Leaning on his long blade, he stood.

He was somewhat bewildered. Which way should he go? Back to the Kunpeng Tribe? Or push forward, exit the Kunlun Secret Realm, and return to Earth?

He knew the location of the passageway and could return on his own—provided luck stayed on his side and he avoided other beast packs.

Otherwise, he truly did not know what would happen.

After some thought, Yang Fan decided to return to the Kunpeng Tribe first.

Crossing the Azure Sky Plain alone to reach the passage was beyond his current strength and luck.

He then set off in the direction he came.

Along the way, he pondered whether his recent streak of bad luck was merely coincidence.

Since completing his task in the Yun Dian Hundred Thousand Mountains, he felt his fortune had turned sour.

Back at school, teachers had deceived him.

In the relic, Xie Guotao had tricked him.

During the great battle, teachers again betrayed him, forcing him and Li Xian and others to form a suicide squad to dig through the Dark Veil.

He had foolishly believed he could really pierce the Dark Veil!

Then came the Kunlun Secret Realm.

The plan had been clear—enter, investigate, seize opportunities.

Instead, he was chased by beast packs from the moment he arrived.

When finally rescued, he was held at knifepoint.

Released from prison, he faced a tenth-rank Martial Emperor-level strongman.

Though treated somewhat politely, it was essentially house arrest.

He had no right to refuse.

All chances and explorations were postponed indefinitely.

Now, as he prepared to return to Earth, two eighth-rank Revered Ones had been assigned to protect him by Kun Sha, yet he still encountered the master of the Azure Sky Plain—the tenth-rank extraordinary beast, the Azure Sky Eagle.

No matter how Yang Fan thought about it, the bitterness was overwhelming.

Such misfortune!

Walking across the plain, Yang Fan continually checked his bearings.

Having been led by eighth-rank experts before, he had traveled casually, neglecting to memorize every detail.

Now, on the return journey, some routes required careful navigation.

Just as Yang Fan was discerning his position at a boundary point...

Three beasts suddenly charged toward him!

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More than ten minutes later, Yang Fan sensed something unusual not far behind.

Looking back, he saw three massive beasts rushing toward him.

Each beast was distinct: one resembled a rhinoceros, its body armored with scales.

Another was a giant gorilla, about eight meters tall.

The last was indescribable—part bull head, broad tiger back, elephant legs, and an exceptionally long tail.

Yang Fan faced them without fleeing.

On the plain, running from these beasts might not guarantee escape.

His Ninefold Step technique was formidable, but he could not forget the last time he was pursued.

Running only meant encountering more beasts.

If flanked on both sides, he would be trapped with no way out.

Having barely survived before, Yang Fan was determined not to die again.