Chapter 437: Six True Words, Collecting Compensation

The monk was not taller than two meters, walking on the dusty country path, bathed in the sunset, his entire body emanating a hazy light.

He appeared quite ordinary.

Not a trace of murderous intent leaked from him.

Yet the body of the Silver Demon Bird trembled, its feathers clanking.

She felt as the young monk slowly walked towards her, a pure and invisible Spiritual Power turned into a vast net, enveloping her from all sides, sealing the space around her.

Irresistible, inescapable.

"Stop!"

The Silver Demon Bird shrieked, its pupils blood-red.

However, neither its movements nor facial expressions showed any change.

A huge sense of crisis finally triggered a sensitive nerve in the Silver Demon Bird, which swiftly transformed into surging killing intent.

In the Eternal Heaven.

The Silver Demon Bird species was naturally adept at attacking the Divine Soul of its opponents.

And the being before it, from the Destruction Great Power Realm, was an exceptional one in this art.