Zhu Yuanzhang: My second son is invincible!

King Golden Roc stood on the highest, bare rock of Black Wind Ridge, his wings slightly spread.

Sunlight shone on the golden feathers, making the edges of each feather gleam with a metallic sheen.

It was over twenty zhang long, standing there like a small mountain, its crimson-gold eyes looking down at the city below, its gaze arrogant yet tinged with cruelty.

It just turned three hundred years old this year, making it one of the younger generations among the demon race.

When Xiang Liu was defeated, it was still cultivating in the depths of the Northern Sea. When it came out of seclusion and heard about this, its first reaction was to sneer.

"That old bastard Xiang Liu, he's lived for thousands of years and it's all for naught, scared out of his wits by a mere human brat..."

The elders in the clan advised it to be careful, saying that the second son of the Zhu family had obtained the ancient Xing Tian's inheritance, and could split half a mountain with one axe.

King Jinpeng scoffed, "Xingtian, his head's been chopped off, he's long dead. What good is his inheritance now? I possess the bloodline of the Golden-Winged Roc, my wings can travel 90,000 li with a single flap. He can't catch up..."

So, as soon as Xiangliu retreated, it occupied Black Wind Ridge, gathered 300,000 demon troops, and declared that it would break through Juyong Pass and take Zhu Hui's head.

For no other reason than to establish authority.

The demon race in the northern border has been suppressed by Xu Da and Chang Yuchun for years, and now that a young and ruthless character has finally emerged, he must make a name for himself.

At this moment, it looked at the streak of light rushing out from the pass, its mouth widening to reveal its serrated beak.

"They actually dared to come."

With a flap of its golden wings, a sudden gust of wind arose.

The demon army below roared in unison, the sound waves causing rocks to tumble down the mountain.

Zhu Hui was in mid-air. He pressed his left hand against his left arm, and a large bronze shield appeared out of thin air, blocking his way.

The gale struck the shield and dissipated without a sound.

King Jinpeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

But it only lasted for a moment.

"You brat from the Zhu family! I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and kowtow three times, then cut off your own arms, and I'll spare your life!" It opened its mouth, its voice like the clash of metal and stone.

Zhu Liang stopped a hundred feet away from it, stepping on a cloud.

He looked up at the Golden Roc King's size, then weighed the axe in his hand, and suddenly asked, "Can you lay eggs?"

"..."

King Jinpeng was taken aback.

"I'm asking you, can you lay eggs? If you can, I won't kill you. I'll take you back and raise you, and cook eggs for my mother and older brother every day," Zhu Zhi repeated earnestly.

silence.

Throughout Black Wind Ridge, among the 300,000 demon troops and the 200,000 Ming troops on the city walls, everyone heard these words.

Xu Da stood on the city wall, his lips twitching.

Chang Yuchun's face turned bright red as he tried to suppress his laughter.

King Golden Roc realized what was happening and roared in fury, "Insolence..."

It flapped its wings with all its might.

This time it's not the wind.

Countless golden arrows rained down like a storm, each one imbued with fierce energy, tearing the air apart and emitting a piercing shriek.

The demons watching below cheered.

This is the Golden Roc King's innate divine ability, Golden Feather Sky-Splitting. Ordinary magic treasures shatter upon contact, and even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be severely injured if hit by an arrow.

Zhu Li did not dodge.

He even put away his shield and just stood there, looking up at the sky filled with golden feathers.

"Your Highness!" someone on the city wall exclaimed.

A cruel, gleeful glint flashed in King Jinpeng's eyes... He's courting death!

The first golden feather struck Zhu Li in the chest.

"bite..."

The crisp sound was like a needle dropping on a metal plate.

The golden feather shattered and vanished into golden light.

Zhu Hui looked down at her chest; her clothes had a small hole, but there wasn't even a white mark on her skin.

He scratched his head and said, "It's not too bad, it's just a little itchy."

The second one, the third one, the hundredth one…

The clanging sounds filled the air, but Zhu Liu stood there, unmoved by the rush of golden feathers.

His clothes quickly tore into strips, revealing a well-built physique underneath, with smooth muscle lines and skin that gleamed with a faint bronze luster.

The golden feather struck it and shattered completely.

The cheers of the 300,000 demon soldiers gradually subsided.

One of the Ming soldiers on the city wall laughed first, and then the laughter spread throughout the city.

"Is this some kind of tickling?" Chang Yuchun laughed as he photographed the city wall.

King Jinpeng's expression changed completely.

It has cultivated for three hundred years, and its Golden Feather Sky-Splitting Technique has never failed. Not to mention humans, even demon kings of the same level would not dare to take it head-on.

But the person in front of me…

"Is that all you've got? Then it's my turn." Zhu Hui patted the dust off his clothes.

He raised the axe.

It's a very simple movement: hold the handle with both hands, raise it above your head, and then chop it down.

There was no flashy brilliance, no earth-shattering momentum, just a simple and unadorned cleave.

The moment the axe blade fell, King Golden Roc's feathers bristled!

It was a fear that came from the depths of one's bloodline, as if this axe could sever time and split the heavens and the earth. What Golden-Winged Roc bloodline, what 90,000-mile speed, were all jokes in front of this axe.

escape!

We must escape!

The Golden Roc King flapped its wings wildly, and its body transformed into a golden ray of light, shooting towards the horizon.

It is indeed fast, covering a thousand miles in an instant, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

But the axe blade had already fallen.

No sound.

The sky seemed to have been torn open with a black rift. The rift didn't seem to be spreading very fast, but no matter how fast the Golden Roc flew, the black crack always followed it for a hundred feet.

Then gently wipe its left wing.

"laugh..."

Golden blood gushed out.

Its left wing broke off at the root, and the twenty-foot-long wing fell from the sky, crashing down on the mountainside of Black Wind Ridge and collapsing a forest.

King Jinpeng screamed as he fell from the sky.

It tried to struggle, flapping its right wing desperately, but with one wing missing, it lost its balance and could only fall lopsidedly downwards.

Zhu Hui took a step forward and was already in front of it.

Reach out, grab the base of its remaining wing, and lift it up like a chick.

"Don't move, or I'll break your leg too," he said.

King Jinpeng froze.

Its three-hundred-year-old pride shattered completely at this moment.

Below, the 300,000 demon soldiers were deathly silent.

On the city wall, the Ming army erupted in thunderous cheers.

Xu Da took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Open the city gates! All troops, attack!"

The war drums sounded, and the bugles blared.

Two hundred thousand Ming troops surged out of the city like a tidal wave, heading towards the leaderless demon army.

The demon army was already terrified. Seeing their commander captured, the demon king, who possessed the bloodline of the Golden-Winged Roc, was being held like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered. He had no will to fight left.

The defeat was swift and devastating.

Chang Yuchun took the lead, charging forward with his cavalry, leaving a trail of demonic corpses in his wake.

Mu Ying and Li Wenzhong each led an army, flanking the enemy from both sides.

The battle lasted from noon until evening.

Of the 300,000 demon soldiers, 80,000 were killed, 150,000 were captured, and the rest scattered and fled.

On Black Wind Ridge, the Ming Dynasty army flag was planted.