"Submission? Sorry, we don't take bird people here!"
"You... what did you say?"
The Archangel King, kneeling on the ground, thought he had misheard, and the Golden Saint Dragon and the Nine-headed Serpent Emperor also thought they had misheard.
They all raised their heads in shock, looking at Ying Yue with confusion. No bird people?
What did that mean?
The Archangel King's eyes were somewhat bloodshot as he lowly growled, "Outsider, what do you mean by that?"
"I mean it very clearly, and that is you... must die!"
Ying Yue's mouth curled up as he struck downward with an airborne hand, and the surging palm wind instantly drowned the Archangel King, immediately followed by white roots forming a net covering a hundred miles!
"Ah—"
The Archangel King, shocked and furious, rushed out of the smoke and dust, with his eight pairs of wings behind him flapping, angrily staring at Ying Yue, "Outsider, you are so ruthless!"
