"Hmph! Even as weak as I am now, killing you would be as easy as turning over my hand! If you don't believe me, you can try!"
Just when all the Barbarian Beast Kings, including Xuan Tianzhan, thought Yang Xiao was a dead man, the Golden-winged Roc King's bravado seemed hollow.
It talked tough.
But its expression was strained.
It lacked any of its former domineering aura.
Because, just as Yang Xiao had said, its Divine Soul was on the verge of collapsing after being corroded by the Mist of Bewitching Spirit.
On the other hand,
Yang Xiao's mental state was excellent at this moment.
"Try, you say?"
Yang Xiao smiled faintly.
He then took a step forward.
This single step,
actually caused the Golden-winged Roc to flinch, and it involuntarily retreated half a step. Although it quickly recovered and forced itself to stand tall,
by now, everyone could see its weakness.
"How is that possible? How could the Peng King be frightened into retreating by this human boy…"
