Chapter 290
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Chapter 290: Teaming Up for a Strike
“Vulture King, why don’t you come out and play?” Ye Yun’s voice suddenly rang out, echoing through the air.
In an instant, a flash of golden light appeared out of thin air, revealing a spirit beast resembling a Golden-winged Roc.
The Divine Feather Vulture King hadn’t appeared since entering the Soul-Cutting Mountains. Though it had an agreement to aid Ye Yun in emergencies, even when Ye Yun faced grave danger, he’d never summoned it.
Cloaked in golden feathers that blazed brilliantly under the sun, the Divine Feather Vulture King looked both majestic and intimidating.
Its sudden arrival stunned the restless True Fire Flying Lion, freezing it mid-charge.
“Ye Yun, why’d you drag me out?” the Divine Feather Vulture King grumbled. “I was having a wonderful dream about an Immortal Spirit Stone—just about to take a bite when you ruined it!”
Ye Yun glared. “A low-tier spirit beast like you has seen an Immortal Spirit Stone? Do you even know what that is?”
The vulture king bristled. “I’m a descendant of the Golden-winged Roc! After surviving the heavenly tribulation, my bloodline’s power began awakening. Immortal Spirit Stones? Ten thousand years ago, my clan wouldn’t have bothered with such trash!”
Ye Yun blinked, then laughed. “Careful, or the wind might knock your teeth out! Calling Immortal Spirit Stones ‘trash’? My senior brother Duan boasts, but you’re a hundred times worse!”
The vulture king snorted. “Ten thousand years ago, Immortal Spirit Stones were as common as spirit stones are now. But after some great upheaval, spiritual energy faded, making them rare. Not that the Heavenly Sword Sect would know—they’re too weak to get their hands on any.”
Ye Yun frowned. The words “great upheaval” and “fading spiritual energy” nagged at him. What had happened over the millennia?
Before he could ask, the vulture king snapped, “Did you summon me just to chat? Or to deal with that red lump in the sky?” It glanced up at the True Fire Flying Lion, its expression growing serious.
Ye Yun smirked. “Weren’t you always bragging about being invincible against anything below immortal beasts? That thing’s just a spirit beast. Go handle it.”
The vulture king’s eyes hardened. “You called me for *this*? That’s the Fire God’s mount from the Immortal Realm! Even if it’s immature, its power rivals the sixth level of Foundation Establishment. I might not survive its attacks!”
“Relax! It only has one tricky flame. Dodge that, claw it a few times, and it’s done,” Ye Yun said breezily.
“Easier said than done! Its true fire isn’t so simple to avoid,” the vulture king muttered.
“True fire? It couldn’t even singe my hair!” Ye Yun waved at the lion. “Right, True Fire Flying Lion?”
The lion glared from a distance. Though new to human speech, it understood mockery perfectly.
“Fools! You dare mock me while facing death?”
Ye Yun feigned surprise. “Oh! You stopped stuttering! Even learned fancy phrases like ‘facing death’? Impressive!”
The lion roared, eyes blazing as flames gathered.
The vulture king’s appearance shocked everyone—even Su Yinxue, who’d just regained consciousness. The once-familiar Vulture King had not only become a spirit beast but now radiated terrifying majesty.
Spirit beasts surviving heavenly tribulation possessed limitless potential. Their cultivation could soar from first to ninth level in under twenty years. And as a Golden-winged Roc descendant, the vulture king’s awakened bloodline might restore it to a true divine beast.
In the Heavenly Sword Sect’s ancient records, Golden-winged Rocs ranked among the mightiest beings—equal to Immortal Realm Deity Generals, Demon Realm Emperors, or humanity’s supreme experts. Yet their clan was nearly wiped out in the Battle of Immortals and Demons ten thousand years ago. Few believed any descendants remained.
Yet here one stood—the same Vulture King once used to train inner disciples. Su Yinxue could scarcely believe it.
“Since there are descendants of the Golden-winged Roc, we’ve won this battle,” Su Yinxue said weakly, rising unsteadily with a relieved smile.
“Sister, your strength hasn’t fully returned, but you must sense the Vulture King’s current power,” Su Ling whispered, supporting Su Yinxue’s arm.
Su Yinxue stiffened. Squinting, her heart sank. The Divine Feather Vulture King—a descendant of the Golden-winged Roc—appeared only at third-level spirit beast strength. How could it challenge the True Fire Flying Lion, whose power matched the sixth level of Foundation Establishment?
Anxiety gripped the group.
“Vulture King, it’s been a while. Seems you’ve grown stronger,” Ye Yun remarked, eyeing the Divine Feather Vulture King with surprise.
The vulture puffed up proudly. “Naturally! I’m a Golden-winged Roc descendant—a supreme being who survived the heavenly tribulation through my own might!”
“Your own might?” Ye Yun cut in.
The vulture glared. “Quiet! My talent ensures rapid growth. Were it not for my delayed bloodline awakening, I’d never remain a lowly third-level spirit beast!”
“Fine. You’re mighty, invincible, insufferable,” Ye Yun sneered. “Then kill that red beast. Fail, and never boast to me again.”
The Divine Feather Vulture King’s cackle died abruptly, as if choked.
“This foe’s strong. Let’s fight together,” it grumbled, eyeing the True Fire Flying Lion.
“Should’ve said so earlier—enough posturing!” Ye Yun leapt onto the vulture’s back, Purple Shadow swirling like liquid in his grip.
The True Fire Flying Lion watched coldly. It hesitated—wary of Ye Yun’s resistance to true fire, and unsettled by the golden bird’s brilliance.
The lion suddenly roared. The sky-splitting cry echoed hundreds of miles.
Instantly, nearby spirit beasts rose reluctantly, gathering around it—thirteen in total.
Ten breaths later, distant lights streaked closer—thirty-six more spirit beasts arrived, roaring alongside the others. Thunderous cries shook the earth for a thousand miles.
Forty-nine spirit beasts now flanked the lion—mostly first-level, seven second-level, and one third-level. Against such numbers, even Ye Yun and the vulture stood no chance.
“Ye Yun, bird—still coming?” The lion’s mocking tone promised annihilation without needing true fire.
Ye Yun paled. Summoning forty-nine beasts? An unstoppable force.
Despair hung heavy—until fiery resolve flashed in Ye Yun and the vulture’s eyes.
“Damn it! I’m a Golden-winged Roc descendant!” the vulture shrieked. “Once, my ancestors ruled skies and earth! Today, we slaughter these vermin—kill until we fall!”
Ye Yun roared laughter, thrusting his purple long sword skyward. A violet light beam pierced the clouds as thunder rumbled.
Whoosh!
Fire light and ice energy erupted, merging into dazzling brilliance.
“Vulture King—CHARGE!”
