41: Chapter 41 The Qiongqi meat is really delicious, and there are too many feathers from the Devouring Sky Sparrow.

"Ah, Lord Qiongqi was actually... by him..."

A deathly silence descended upon the alien army.

The countless beast tides, which had been clamoring to bathe Butian Pavilion in blood, now tucked their tails between their legs, prostrated on the ground, and dared not even breathe.

In the air, the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow, which had been arrogant and had claimed it would treat Butian Pavilion as its cafeteria, was now frozen stiff in mid-air.

In its small, originally sinister and greedy eyes, there was now only endless—fear.

It had witnessed with its own eyes that the Qiongqi, one of the Four Fiends of the Great Wilderness and its equal in fame, had not even lasted a single exchange.

Its wings had been torn off like a roasted chicken, and it had become a snack in the mouth of that black monster.

The sound of tearing flesh and blood echoed in its ears like a demonic incantation calling for its life.

The huge wound on its neck, previously bitten by Wang Teng,

now seemed to react, throbbing with intense pain once more, reminding it of how close it had just been to death.

"What... what kind of monster is this?!"

"Ten Fiends... is this the legendary Ten Primordial Evils? We are both in the Venerable Realm, how can the gap be this large?!"

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow's composure crumbled.

It was afraid.

It was an instinctive fear originating from the depths of its soul toward a higher-order predator.

It subconsciously looked up at the sky, toward the golden sphere of light that represented hope—the expert in the Divine Fire Realm from Nanyun Divine Mountain.

However, what filled it with despair was that

the existence within that golden light had also fallen silent.

The palm he had extended to suppress Wang Teng had been quietly withdrawn at some unknown point.

He seemed to be wary of something, or perhaps he was re-evaluating the situation.

Even a senior who had ignited the Divine Fire was hesitating!

This realization became the final straw that crushed the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow's psychological defenses.

"Run!"

A thought sprouted and spread crazily in its mind, instantly taking the upper hand.

Whatever the foundation of Butian Pavilion was, whatever the divine seeds of the old vine were, whatever the face of a Venerable was...

In the face of its own life, it was all bullshit!

If it stayed any longer, it would definitely become the next dish on this black devil's menu!

"Qiongqi... sorry! Better you die than me, you're on your own!"

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow hardened its heart and decisively betrayed its teammate.

It dared not look at the bloody "feeding scene" again, nor did it dare to leave any harsh words.

"Boom!"

Its massive body shuddered violently, and without hesitation, it burned its origin essence blood, causing a blood-colored flame to instantly rise from its body.

Utilizing this burst of power, the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow transformed into a burning streak of blood-colored light and changed direction.

It fled crazily toward the horizon, far away from Butian Pavilion and far away from that terrifying Nine-Nether Ao!

Its speed was extreme; it was the ultimate speed unleashed by the instinct for survival, crossing dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.

It only wanted to get as far away from that terrifying "buffet" as possible.

However, Wang Teng, who was enjoying his "appetizer," paused slightly.

He slowly raised his massive wolf head, with remnants of Qiongqi's flesh still hanging from his mouth.

Those cold, dark golden vertical pupils crossed hundreds of miles of void, precisely locking onto that "mottled chicken" fleeing for its life.

"Heh..."

A cold laugh, filled with mockery and cruelty, echoed between heaven and earth.

"You entered my menu, and you want to leave without paying the bill?"

"So delicious..."

He swallowed the last bite of the Qiongqi's wing with sinew, a look of intoxication appearing on his face, like a gourmet savoring top-tier cuisine.

"As expected of one of the Four Fiends of the Great Wilderness, this Qiongqi must have consumed countless heavenly treasures daily.

Its flesh and blood are saturated with rich, fierce spiritual energy; one bite and the juices overflow.

The meat is firm and chewy, and the aftertaste even carries a unique, spicy kick..."

Wang Teng licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced at the Qiongqi beneath his feet, which had fainted from pain and had only half a breath left.

He shook his head, feeling slightly unsatisfied: "It's just that this tiger is too big; I can't finish it all at once. I'll save it for later."

"Boom!"

Wang Teng's massive hind claw exerted force, stomping Qiongqi's huge body deep into the ground in front of the Butian Pavilion mountain gate.

Leaving only its head outside to breathe, he then placed a layer of Nine Nether seal over it, treating it as "emergency rations" to be stored for now.

After doing all this, he slowly raised his head and looked at the blood-colored streak of light that had already fled hundreds of miles away in the sky.

"The appetizer is finished; next, it's time to deal with that 'free-range chicken'."

Wang Teng's massive wolf snout curled, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes:

"To be honest, I didn't originally want to eat that mottled bird. It's one thing that it has little meat and too many bones, but the point is... there are simply too many feathers on that bird!"

"Eating a mouthful of feathers and then having to spit them out for half a day seriously ruins the dining experience."

"However..." Wang Teng shifted his tone, and the void behind him suddenly shattered.

"Since you're running so vigorously, it means the meat is quite lively. If I pluck the feathers and roast it, the taste should be passable!"

"Swish—!!"

The next moment, the Nine-Nether Ao displayed a terrifying speed that even experts in the Divine Fire Realm would be stunned by.

The void behind him instantly folded, and his massive body seemed to shuttle through spatial nodes, each blink covering a hundred miles.

Hundreds of miles away, the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow was crazily burning essence blood to escape.

It felt that the aura behind it did not seem to be chasing immediately, and a sliver of relief at having survived a disaster just rose in its heart.

"Hmph! That Qiongqi is thick-skinned and fleshy; it must be able to hold that monster off for a while! As long as I escape back to the depths of the Great Wilderness and dive into a forbidden zone..."

However, its wishful thinking was not yet finished.

"Hum—" The space above its head cracked open without warning, revealing a huge fissure.

A black sharp claw, wreathed in Nine Nether Hell Mist, reached out from the void like an eagle catching a chick.

Carrying an irresistible pressure, it clamped onto the remaining half of its neck!

"Ga?!"

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow's eyeballs were about to pop out; the inertia of going from extreme speed to an instant stop almost caused its head to be ripped off.

"Running? Where are you running to?"

Wang Teng's mocking voice rang in its ear like a devil's whisper.

"Don't you know that I hate it when ingredients run around? It makes the meat turn sour."

"Spare me! Lord, please spare me!!"

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow completely collapsed, flapping its wings desperately and letting out shrill pleas for mercy.

"I am a Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow! I am willing to submit! I am willing to be your mount! Don't eat me! My meat doesn't taste good!!"

"A mount?" Wang Teng held the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow by the neck, shaking it like a plague-ridden chicken, his face full of disdain:

"With your mottled appearance, I'd be embarrassed to ride you out. Besides... I'm not lacking in mounts right now, I'm just lacking a side dish for my wine."

Speaking of this, Wang Teng looked at the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow's thick, messy, grayish feathers, and his brows knit tightly.

"Tsk, as expected, these feathers are annoying to look at. If I roast it directly, there will definitely be a stench of burnt feathers, ruining my appetite."

"It seems I have to do some 'pre-processing' first."

A cruel glint flashed in Wang Teng's eyes. "If I'm going to eat it, I have to eat it properly."

"Start work! Pluck the feathers off this chicken!!"

"Hum! Hum! Hum!..."

As Wang Teng's thought moved, the nine giant black tails that had been coiled behind him seemed to understand the command and instantly began to dance excitedly.

These nine tails, each a hundred feet long, were as flexible as snakes and possessed infinite strength.

At this moment, they transformed into the most terrifying "feather-plucking machine" in the world.

The first tail tightly bound the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow's feet, hanging it upside down in mid-air.

The second tail wrapped around the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow's mouth, allowing it to only emit woeful wails, so as not to be noisy.

The remaining seven tails... "Rip—!!!"

The dragon head at the end of the third tail opened its maw, bit down on a large bunch of feathers on the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow's left wing, and yanked hard!

Blood splattered!

Those Venerable-level feathers, hard as iron and comparable to magical artifacts, were as fragile as paper stuck to the body in the face of the Nine-Nether Ao's tail, ripped off along with skin and flesh!

"Woooo woooo—!!!"