Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Bird Bro Flies Into a Rage

Hearing Fang Lie’s words, the Sword Fortress Leader flew into a rage and roared, "How dare you treat my disciples this way? You’ve got some nerve!"

"Frankly, I don’t have as much nerve as you," Fang Lie sneered. "Daring to covet Iron-Walled Jin City? You’re insane with greed!"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," the Sword Fortress Leader scoffed.

"Playing dumb won’t work," Fang Lie retorted coldly. "I’m here to reclaim the materials stolen from Mo Sect. Hand them over quietly, or you’ll regret it forever!"

The Sword Fortress Leader laughed mockingly. "Where does this brat get his confidence? A nobody like you threatening me—the Sword Fortress Leader?"

"Youth these days have no sense of mortality," Hemingzi said icily. "Senior Brother, don’t lower yourself by arguing. Just capture him and let Mo Sect collect their trash."

"Fine!" the Sword Fortress Leader barked. "Guards! Strip this fool and hang him naked at our gates. Let everyone witness Sword Fortress’s might!"

"As ordered!" A dozen Fire Tribulation Immortals stepped forward.

Fang Lie calmly raised a black token inscribed with an ancient script: Benevolence.

Bird Bro materialized on his shoulder—a colorful rooster-like figure—and screeched, "East Kunlun whelps! You dare touch Bird Bro’s people? Seeking annihilation?"

Most bystanders stared in confusion, but the Sword Fortress Leader and Hemingzi froze in terror, their faces dripping cold sweat. The leader urgently halted his men and bowed deeply. "Greetings, Elder!"

Hemingzi followed suit. The crowd gasped—Thunder Tribulation Immortals bowing to this creature? Even Sword God was merely their equal!

Bird Bro snorted. "Brat, you’ve got gall! Stealing Mo Sect’s treasures and threatening our members? Think being a Thunder Tribulation Immortal lets you piss on Mo Sect?"

"Never!" The Sword Fortress Leader trembled. He never imagined mere materials would summon a Ninth-Rank Treasure—a relic that could crush Semi-Immortals, unseen for millennia!

Hemingzi interjected carefully, "Elder, perhaps a misunderstanding? My Senior Brother’s too honorable to steal. Maybe overzealous disciples brought improper gifts…"

"Yes! Just confused underlings!" the leader blurted. "But surely such trifles don’t warrant your presence?"

"Trifles?" Bird Bro’s feathers bristled. "Divine Marrow isn’t trifling. Swallow that treasure, and Bird Bro himself comes knocking!"

"Divine Marrow?!" Hemingzi paled, whirling to his superior. "Senior Brother! Why hide this?"

The leader forced a laugh. "Junior Brother, there’s no Divine Marrow here! The Elder’s mistaken!"

Hemingzi glared. "This exceeds our authority." He crushed a jade talisman.

A middle-aged Daoist with Immortal-Style Appearance materialized—radiating serene authority like an unscaleable mountain. A superpower who’d transcended worldly aura.

"Greetings, Sect Leader!" Hemingzi and the Sword Fortress Leader bowed in unison.

This figure was none other than the Sect Leader of East Kunlun, revered as the Sword God – the world’s foremost martial expert!

Though merely a Shadow projected through the jade talisman’s communication function, the Sword God’s appearance instantly boosted the Sword Fortress disciples’ aura, as if they’d regained their backbone.

"Hmm?" The Sword God’s eyes narrowed at Bird Bro. "What incident could provoke Mo Sect’s Benevolence Token?"

Hemingzi answered bluntly, "It claims we possess Divine Marrow illegally obtained from Mo Sect, demanding its return."

"Divine Marrow?" The Sword God’s piercing gaze shifted to the Sword Fortress Leader.

The leader’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, wilting under that sword-like stare. Just as he prepared to confess, the Sword God abruptly declared, "He must be mistaken. No Divine Marrow exists here!"

Without glancing at the chastened leader, the Sword God addressed the old bird: "Senior, only East Kunlun’s Sword Fortress stands here. Take your leave."

True to his Sword God title, his voice held unshakable authority even when confronting a Ninth-Rank Treasure.

Bird Bro scoffed louder. "Your shadow-form’s worthless, and even your true body couldn’t command me! No Divine Marrow? I’ll flatten this dump! East Kunlun’s reputation can’t scare this grandpa!"

"You—" The Sword God’s composure cracked. "East Kunlun possesses Ninth-Rank Treasures too!"

Dark clouds boiled above him, swirling winds carrying terrifying spatial distortions – signs of a formidable entity tearing through dimensions.

The disciples rejoiced at impending reinforcements, but Bird Bro roared with laughter: "Normally he might challenge me, but interrupting now? Delusional brat! Scram back where you came from!"

With Bird Bro’s shout, apocalyptic power scattered the stormclouds, restoring clear skies. A childish voice echoed resentfully: "Remember this, old bird! Just you wait!"

"Fools wait!" Bird Bro retorted before turning to the Sword God. "Countdown starts! Three…"

The Sword God smiled serenely. "Empty threats. Mo Sect’s Benevolence Token follows ‘Kindness Invincible’ doctrine. You can’t kill – not even an ant."

To the Fortress Leader he commanded: "Maximum mountain-protection formations! Reinforcements in half an hour!"

As protective arrays hummed to life, Fang Lie whispered urgently: "Bird Bro, is he right?"

"Absolutely," the old bird admitted lightly. "No killing permitted."

"Then why threaten demolition?" Fang Lie nearly choked.

"Who needs killing to destroy?" Bird Bro cackled. "Know my titles? ‘Scorched Earth Wanderer! Locust Emperor Supreme!’"

At Fang Lie’s blank look, Bird Bro spread its wings, releasing countless glowing specks that transformed into hundred-foot Giant Roosters.

The metallic fowl charged like starved wolves, eyes blazing. Each earth-shaking step covered miles as their beaks stabbed the void. Where they pecked, hundreds of feet became barren instantly – vegetation, buildings, all vanished, leaving only bare earth and swarming insects.

A single Giant Rooster meant little. But millions emerged, scouring the land cleaner than any desert. Herb gardens, forests, villages – all erased beneath relentless pecking, leaving East Kunlun’s territory naked to the sky.