Chapter 134: The Three-Headed Ghost Clan—Slain in a Single Sword Strike, with Killing Intent Soaring to the Heavens

The two shared a blood contract. Although Lu Yuan could not pinpoint the exact location of the Golden-Winged Roc, he could sense that it had been wounded—not severely, but the crisis had clearly not passed. It seemed to be in danger, as if being hunted.

"Those who dare to strike at the Golden-Winged Roc are surely not creatures of this world," he said, his expression cold. He knew that the only ones capable of such a thing were the beings from beyond the stars. Not long ago, he had slaughtered three members of the Dark Ox tribe to serve as a warning, intimidating a great many others. He had not expected them to be so bold as to invite trouble again, especially since, with their level of intelligence, they must have known the Golden-Winged Roc was his mount.

Without another word, he rose and walked out of the room.

Outside, the Ice Fairy and Zhu Qingyu immediately approached when they saw him. In truth, the two women had been guarding the room for some time, but they had not dared to disturb him, fearing it might affect his cultivation. Now that the master of the house had emerged, they relayed the official information they had received regarding the Golden-Winged Roc.

"The Dark Ox tribe has made a move, and according to our observations, there are other extraterrestrial beings lurking nearby, ready to strike at any moment," the Ice Fairy explained in detail. Having reached the Shackled Realm and joined the Heavenly Court, she now considered Lu Yuan her direct superior. Both she and Zhu Qingyu had been assigned as assistants to the Lord of the Heavenly Court, a role they were quite happy with, as it allowed them to be near him often.

"I understand," Lu Yuan nodded. "Do you know the Golden-Winged Roc's current location?" With the Roc in danger, ambushed and hunted by powerful foes, there was no time to lose.

"We do. With the coordination of the ground forces, we have been monitoring it," Zhu Qingyu replied, sending the tracking trajectory from the military units to Lu Yuan's communicator. This was the strength of the official authorities; they held the greatest resources and could obtain information on any situation the moment a clue appeared.

"Good." Lu Yuan glanced at the location and nodded at the two women. He took a step, hovered in mid-air, and a surge of aura erupted from his body. Then, he shot off toward a certain direction at high speed. Those in the Golden Body Realm could traverse the skies; while not incredibly fast, they could break the sound barrier.

"It seems we cannot slack off after joining the Heavenly Court," the Ice Fairy remarked, watching his receding figure with a sigh. She recalled the first time she had met him, back when she thought they were at the same level. Even after Lu Yuan revealed his overwhelming strength, she had still believed it possible to catch up. But now, it seemed the gap was only growing wider.

"Indeed, we must work harder." Zhu Qingyu nodded, though a trace of complex emotion flickered in her eyes. "At the very least, we must not tarnish the reputation of the Heavenly Court and must always follow in his footsteps."

Meanwhile, after soaring into the sky, Lu Yuan checked his communicator again to confirm the coordinates. He accelerated further, breaking the sound barrier and leaving a trail across the sky like a fighter jet.

Far away, the Golden-Winged Roc flapped its wings, its feathers shimmering with light. It had entered the Golden Body Realm, and its strength had increased significantly, especially its flight talent. The aura it exuded was more powerful than before, rivaling that of the Peacock King. Yet, it was currently wounded, blood dripping from its wings, which had slowed its pace.

"Damn it! To set an ambush—how despicable!" The Golden-Winged Roc cried out, its eyes filled with rage. Possessing a bloodline superior to most creatures in this world, it had immense potential on the path of evolution and was naturally proud; to be hunted and wounded was unbearable. But the extraterrestrial beings were powerful, each a realm above it.

"Stop running! You cannot escape. Accept your death!" A voice boomed from behind, followed by the approach of four or five powerful auras.

It was the Dark Ox tribe. Their flight speed was immense, and they were closing in. They were all in the Sovereign King Realm, even more powerful than the three who had gone to Mount Tai. Combined, they should have had no trouble dealing with the Golden-Winged Roc, but the bird’s speed was so great that they had to exhaust themselves just to keep up. Furthermore, the human side had employed various tactics and launched unknown weapons, nearly causing them to lose the trail.

"Wishful thinking! I am no match for you, but when my master arrives, you shall be the ones to die!" The Golden-Winged Roc looked back. It knew what had happened previously, which was why it had been fleeing toward Mount Tai.

"Your master? I fear you won't have the chance to see him."

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from ahead, carrying a biting and intimidating aura. The Golden-Winged Roc’s heart jolted; it looked forward and instinctively slowed down.

There, standing in mid-air, was a figure about ten feet tall. It looked somewhat human, but it possessed three heads, each with a different, ghastly expression like that of a demon. In its hand, it held a trident that shimmered with three-colored light, rippling outward with an imposing pressure. The central head gazed at the Roc with utter indifference and malice.

*It’s over,* the Golden-Winged Roc thought, its color fading. The stranger was also in the fifth stage, the Sovereign King Realm, and far more formidable than the four Dark Oxen behind it. With an ambush in front and pursuers behind, its chances of survival were slim.

"Why stop running? Keep going," the four Dark Oxen caught up, their auras slightly chaotic. Their racial talent was such that the Roc’s speed was a struggle to match, and they would have given up long ago if not for the strict orders from above. They pressed forward, unleashing their auras.

"Let me handle this. Since I descended, I have yet to draw blood," the three-headed demon spoke, its gaze sharp. "My tribe has never hunted a Golden-Winged Roc. A mythical bloodline from legend—even if not yet fully grown, killing it would be a first for my kind." His words were filled with absolute confidence; the disparity in cultivation levels was an absolute suppression. He was very interested, and he planned to refine the Roc's essence to aid his own evolution.

"Then you shall see if you have the ability to do so," the Golden-Winged Roc retorted. It did not want to sit and wait for death. It had a few trump cards left; though in a desperate situation, using them would ensure its escape, albeit at a heavy price. But at this point, it had no other choice.

"Hmph. Death it is." The three-headed demon’s faces twisted in anger, releasing waves of killing intent. The trident in its hand emitted a terrifying aura. Without hesitation, it poured its power into the weapon, creating a storm that scattered the surrounding clouds. With a sound like thunder, the trident was hurled across the sky, enveloped in three-colored light, striking like lightning to pin the Roc to the ground.

The Roc felt a surge of intense crisis, its wings glowing with golden light like celestial swords. It dared not take the attack lightly. But in the next moment, it suddenly stopped, hovering in place. It retracted its power and stood there, facing the incoming trident with no preparation at all.

*What is happening? Has it gone mad?* the three-headed demon and the Dark Oxen wondered.

But suddenly, a feeling of intense crisis flooded their souls, and they trembled. In the next instant, the flying trident stopped. A figure bathed in golden light appeared and caught it with a gentle motion, as if the power contained within could not threaten him in the slightest.

*Impossible! I poured my greatest strength into that—how could it be blocked so easily?* This was the three-headed demon’s first thought. It tried to retract the weapon, but found it could not.

"Not bad. It barely counts as a divine material." The golden figure spoke, and as the radiance faded, his true form was revealed—it was Lu Yuan. He looked at the trident, a faint smile on his lips. He knew this object was similar to the holy relics of the Western Church and could be used for the transformation of his Daluo Sword Embryo.

"Master," the Golden-Winged Roc bowed its head. It had not chosen to resist because it knew its master had arrived. With him here, all crises were inevitably resolved.

"It’s that human? The one who killed our tribesmen?"

"This is bad! He is too strong—run!" The Dark Oxen were horrified. They did not hesitate for a second. Hunting the Roc was one thing, but this human was an opponent they could not match.

"It is too late." Lu Yuan did not even look back. He spoke softly, the Daluo Sword Embryo appearing in his hand, shedding rays of sword light. With a simple, casual swing, he unleashed the intent of a sword that could cleave the heavens.

*Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!*

*Puchi!*

In an instant, the sword intent surged like a torrent of brilliant light, slaughtering all the members of the Dark Ox tribe present. It had taken only a single strike. Furthermore, the sword light did not stop; after piercing through them, it continued forward, slicing off the top of a small mountain. A true strike to cleave a mountain.

After finishing, Lu Yuan stood motionless and looked toward the three-headed demon. "I have no grudge against your tribe. However, since you have come to provoke me, I have no choice but to send you to your afterlife."

As he spoke, his internal aura erupted like a bursting dam. The three-headed demon was terrified and began to retreat. He could not believe that a human of this world could reach such a level. He wanted to flee, but he knew it was impossible. The intense killing intent had locked onto him entirely; any move would be met with a storm of fury.

"I am of the Three-Headed Demon tribe, one of the top hundred clans in the star realms! My actions were ordered by the Tenth Sequence of the Heavenly Tribe! If you kill me, you will be sanctioned by both our tribes!" He was terrified, but his background gave him the courage to shout the warning. The Three-Headed Demon tribe and the Heavenly Tribe were immensely powerful across all star realms, and even clans not ranked at the top would not dare to provoke them.

Yet, upon hearing these words, Lu Yuan’s expression did not change in the slightest. He said softly, "And so what? If you dare to provoke me again, I shall slaughter both your tribes!"