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When the shadow of the Golden-Winged Roc descended, the entire surface of the East China Sea darkened.

A wingspan of a thousand feet.

Dark golden light.

Two eyes like burning golden suns.

The air pressure from the mid-stage Quasi-Saint directly caused the seawater to surge into waves hundreds of feet high, making it impossible for the dragon guards to stand, and they all collapsed to the ground.

Ao Guang's legs were trembling.

The biggest bird the old Dragon King had ever seen in his life was the petrel that nested on the eaves of his own house.

This thing in front of him was a bit beyond his comprehension.

"Young masters... young masters, perhaps... perhaps we should retreat first?"

Ao Guang's throat was practically steaming.

Lin Wu ignored him.

The god-slaying spear in his hand had switched from "chopstick mode" to "battle mode".

The gun barrel was stretched to two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

The black spearhead was adorned with purplish-black patterns of the laws of destruction.

Lin Jian stood beside him, all three of his third eyes open.

A silver scanning beam swept across the entire body of the roc.

"Mid-stage Quasi-Saint. Extremely strong physical body. Weaknesses are the joints at the base of the wings and the eyes. The Buddhist light on the wings has defensive properties and is harder than ordinary acquired spiritual treasures, but it is not impenetrable."

Lin Jian's voice was flat and indifferent, as if he were reading a menu.

Lin Wu grinned.

"The base of the wings, right?"

He took a step forward.

The Chaos War God Body fully erupted.

A faint purple halo appeared around him—that was the "the more you fight, the stronger you get" passive ability unique to the War God Body activating.

The golden-winged roc looked down and saw a tiny creature flying towards it, and let out a loud eagle cry.

"You little bug, you're asking for it!"

The roc's right wing swept across.

The hurricane whipped up by its wings was enough to flatten a small mountain.

Lin Wu did not dodge.

He handed the God-Slaying Spear forward.

The spearhead was aimed at the direction from which the wings were sweeping.

"Bang—"

The moment the God-Slaying Spear and the Golden Wings collided, the shockwave blasted a vacuum zone a hundred feet in diameter into the surrounding seawater.

Lin Wu's body was propelled backward by the force of the wings, sliding for more than ten feet.

But the slaying spear did not miss.

The spear tip pierced the golden wings.

To be precise, it pierced through.

The destructive laws of the God-Slaying Spear flowed along the spear tip into the depths of the Golden Wing.

The dark golden Buddhist light was torn open by the purplish-black aura of destruction.

Golden blood gushed from the wound.

"Aww—"

The roc let out a miserable cry.

The scream was so loud that it leveled the waves on the sea surface.

"Does it hurt? This is only the first shot."

Lin Wu drew his gun, and a fragment of a golden feather hung from the tip.

His lips split open.

The characteristic of the Chaos War God Body is that the greater the impact, the stronger the body's feedback force.

The collision just now didn't hurt him; instead, it put him into a state of heightened fighting spirit.

The roc had its wing pierced by a little brat, and it lost face.

Its wings spread to their maximum extent, and a dark golden Buddha light sphere began to condense in its mouth.

The ultimate move is coming.

"Eighth Brother!"

Lin Wu shouted down.

Lin Jian didn't need any reminders.

On his forehead, three heavenly eyes simultaneously emitted silver beams of light.

The three beams of light converged in the air to form an extremely condensed silver laser.

It hit the roc's left eye precisely.

"puff--"

His left eyeball was pierced by a silver laser.

Golden blood spurted from his eye sockets.

The Buddha light blast that was gathering in the mouth of the Roc exploded.

It tumbled twice in the air in pain.

The thousand-foot wingspan drew an arc in the sky like a tornado.

The surrounding seawater was churned into whirlpools.

"Eighth Young Master has such a keen eye!"

The old dragon general below was slapping his thigh in disbelief.

Lin Jian withdrew the laser and pushed up the third eye on his forehead.

"The accuracy is so-so. I originally wanted to get it done in the right eye."

Lin Wu laughed heartily in the air.

"Are you being modest, or are you saying you're clumsy?"

"Shut up. Don't get distracted. It's going crazy."

Lin Jian is right.

After losing an eye, the roc went completely berserk.

A rich, dark golden Buddhist power began to emanate from its body.

It's not defense.

It is stimulating the origin.

It's going to fight desperately.

Lin Wu held the God-Slaying Spear horizontally in front of him, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Come on. I've been waiting for you for ages."

The roc stared intently at Lin Wu with its single eye.

He managed to utter a few indistinct words.

"The Sage Zhunti... will avenge me..."

"Let's talk about surviving today first."

Lin Wushen flicked his spear.

The second shot.

It stabbed at the belly of the roc.

The roc stopped hiding.

It opened its mouth.

A dark golden beam of light condensed in its mouth—this was its signature move, the Golden-Winged Buddha's Roar.

A wide-range attack delivered with full force during the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint realm.

If it hits the sea, the entire surrounding area for thousands of miles will evaporate.

Lin Wu saw the beam of light.

He did not back down.

His god-slaying spear clashed with the golden beam of light.

The purplish-black and dark gold clashed in mid-air.

The shockwave spread in all directions from the point of impact.

All the dragon guards on the sea surface were overturned by the shockwave.

Ao Guang was shoved behind a stone pillar by the old general.

"Dragon King, be careful!"

The collision lasted for three breaths.

Lin Wu was pushed back several dozen feet.

His arms were trembling.

Several fine cracks appeared on the shaft of the God-Slaying Spear.

A full-force attack from a mid-stage Quasi-Saint—that's no joke.

But there was no fear in Lin Wu's eyes.

Only an ever-growing fighting spirit.

"Awesome! Again!"

His muscles were bulging.

The second stage of the War God Body – Self-Enhancement.

The harder you are hit, the stronger the rebound.

Lin Wu roared and pushed the God-Slaying Spear back against the direction of the golden beam of light.

"break--"

The spear tip pierced the beam of light.

Rushing forward along the inside of the pillar of light.

It runs through the entire Golden-Winged Buddha's Howl.

It pierced the beak of the roc.

It went in through the mouth and came out through the back of the head.

The roc's body froze in mid-air.

Golden blood flowed from both the corner of its mouth and the back of its head.

Its wingspan of a thousand feet began to droop.

The light in its single eye was rapidly fading.

"You...you actually..."

Lin Wu drew his gun.

The roc's body began to fall from a great height.

It crashed into the East China Sea.

The water jets that splashed up were hundreds of feet high.

The dragon guards were all stunned.

Mid-stage Quasi-Saint.

He was beaten to the ground by the two children.

What kind of family education is this?

When Lin Wu landed back on the ground, golden blood was still dripping from the God-Slaying Spear.

He shook the gun to wipe away the blood.

"Eighth Brother, is it dead?"

Lin Jian scanned the sea surface with his Heavenly Eye.

"He's not dead. He's still breathing."

"That's good. Father said not to kill him—"

Lin Wu didn't finish his sentence.

A terrifying aura suddenly emanated from beneath the sea.

The water started to boil.

Golden light rose from the seabed.

It's getting brighter and brighter.

It's getting hotter and hotter.

"not good--"

Lin Jian's third eye suddenly contracted.

"It's going to self-destruct!"