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Chapter 547: Chapter 265: Falling from the Sky (Part 2)

Standing on the cliff, its wingspan was over ten meters wide, making the White-headed Eagle King appear quite small compared to the Hunting Falcon that Jiang Feng had seen flying in from the direction of the Sea of Blood.

It looked at the Tiger King with a fearful expression.

Then it took off into the air, flew into the clouds.

It disappeared from the sight of the Python King and the Tiger King.

The Tiger King watched the clouds for a while and then turned its gaze towards the Python King, who had raised itself in the river, displaying an attitude of wanting to pounce down from the hillside and kill the Python King with a swift claw.

The Python King was injured, its scales had fallen off, and blood was flowing down its head. It was unwilling to engage in a conflict with the Tiger King and slowly sank into the turbulent river, swimming upstream.

"Roar!"

Suddenly.

A streak of white light plunged down from the clouds.

The Python King, submerged in the river, sensed danger and whipped its tail out of the water, trying to hit the white light. Unfortunately, it was a step too late, and the white light was like a sword beam swiftly piercing downwards, breaking the water surface, and delivering a claw strike to the Python King’s head.

This attack caused the Python King’s head to explode. The White-headed Eagle King’s claw completely sunk into the Python King’s head, lifting its body out of the rapid river and taking it into the sky.

It spread its wings and flew away, quickly leaving the Tiger King’s territory.

"Roar!"

The Tiger King pounced down from the hillside, roaring continuously at the departing Eagle King.

It had discovered that the Eagle King was hiding in the clouds.

The Python King was also on guard; pressed by the Tiger King, it had no choice but to submerge in the river, intending to use the water to cover its retreat. Unexpectedly, the White-headed Eagle King suddenly swooped down, shattering its head with a claw strike and dragging it out of the turbulent river.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a figure shot up from the forest, heading towards the sky.

"Thud!"

The figure wielded a Civil Servant Sword, slicing through the air, creating an opening in the Python King’s body, from which a hot, smooth black snake gallbladder fell out, grabbed by the figure’s hand.

The figure was none other than Jiang Feng.

The snake gallbladder of the Python King was an invaluable material for refining Spirit Medicine.

He had observed the confrontation of the three kings in the shadows and, upon witnessing the White-headed Eagle King’s superior skill and bravery, felt a sense of admiration.

However, their strength was only at the level of the Eleventh or Twelfth Layer of Qi Condensation.

They posed no threat to Jiang Feng.

If he used the Dragon Bone Bow against them, even the White-headed Eagle King would be marked by blood across the sky. Considering the preciousness of the Python King’s snake gallbladder, Jiang Feng decisively made a move to seize it.

The snake gallbladder was now in his possession.

The White-headed Eagle King, dragging the Python King’s corpse, swiftly distanced itself from Jiang Feng. Its cleverness allowed it to sense danger from Jiang Feng’s long sword.

If that sword had been aimed at it, it might not have been able to defend against it.

Therefore, it quickly ascended into the air, throwing off Jiang Feng from afar.

As the king of the sky, the White-headed Eagle King’s vision was sharp, seeing far into the distance; its eyes were more effective than a cultivator’s Spiritual Sense.

Upon seeing the snake gallbladder fall into Jiang Feng’s hands, the overwhelming Spiritual Power pulsating in his grasp, it felt extremely angry and unwilling.

But faced with the disparity in strength, the White-headed Eagle King was helpless, only giving Jiang Feng a deep glance before grabbing the Python King’s corpse and flying towards the distance, soon disappearing from Jiang Feng’s sight.

"Could this guy be plotting against me!"

Jiang Feng frowned.

The White-headed Eagle King’s speed was incredibly fast, disappearing in the blink of an eye, making it too late to pursue it now.

He looked toward the small hillside.

The Tiger King’s figure had already vanished into the forest.

It knew the Tiger Gallbladder was more precious and rare than the Snake Gallbladder.

Not only the White-headed Eagle King couldn’t withstand Jiang Feng’s previous sword strike, but neither could it defend against it. Both it and the White-headed Eagle King were unaware of Jiang Feng’s presence nearby.

All talk about territory and kingly majesty being provoked is just a joke when faced with real strength. If you can run, better run.

Jiang Feng secured the snake gallbladder.

Then he continued flying deeper in.

The further he went, the more abundant the Spiritual Qi became, while the number of Demon Beasts gradually reduced; the area belonged to the territory of Great Demons, and Little Demons dared not enter freely.

Suddenly.

A place with sparse undergrowth and remnants of ruins appeared ahead.

It seemed like a dilapidated ancient city.

It was already desolate and deserted.

It’s hard to imagine human traces of survival existing in this perilous Forbidden Forest, let alone an ancient city.

"Restriction Array?"

"Could this ancient city be a gathering place for cultivators?"

"Once upon a time, what kind of cultivators could build an ancient city here?"

Jiang Feng descended there.

He saw the traces left by the arrangement of the Restriction Array.

The area of the ancient city was not large, only about the size of Sunset Town.

Jiang Feng attempted to find the aura of other cultivators, but unfortunately found nothing; within the coverage range of his Spiritual Sense, he could only perceive several Demon Kings lurking nearby.

The strength of those Demon Kings had all reached the Qi Condensation Peak; they were all in a state of secluded cultivation, with Spiritual Qi continuously gathering around them.

"Sword City?"

Jiang Feng saw a broken stone tablet inscribed with ancient script.

Over these years, Jiang Feng had read numerous Ancient Books and Secret Manuals, learning the ancient script dating back two millennia. He didn’t study these out of idle curiosity but to better integrate Secret Technique Manuals into the panel.

During his exploration for opportunities in the Underground Palace, he frequently came across various ancient scripts; to decipher those texts, he worked tirelessly, even asking Xiao Zhan to invite a teacher for instruction.

"Sword City?"

"Could this ancient city be from fifteen hundred years ago?"

Jiang Feng recognized the ancient script on the stone tablet, which was exceptionally prevalent fifteen hundred years ago, originating from the Tuoba Clan. Records indicated that the Divine Sect was founded by the Tuoba Clan, but afterward, as the Tuoba Clan declined, the legacy of the Divine Sect was on the verge of collapse, gradually replaced by other sects.