Before he could continue along with this train of thought, he suddenly felt a cold air on his back.
The man-form parrot was off to the side, raising his head up and giving out a piercing howl.
“You’re far too wicked!” said a voice. “Doing this kind of thing is very immoral! Very, very immoral. You shouldn’t….”
“Shut the hell up, b*tch! Lord Fifth is gonna screw this guy to death!” The man-parrot’s eyes grew green as he glared at the Nascent Soul Cultivator, let out a wild shout, and then charged forward.
The old man’s scalp went numb as he saw the strange man approaching him. This was the first time he had ever felt such fear in his heart. However, it was at this exact moment that a cold snort suddenly sounded out from within the Dongluo Clan. Two prismatic beams of light flew out, emanating the power of Nascent Soul Cultivation bases. One of these men was even of the late Nascent Soul stage.
A boom echoed out, and the man-parrot tumbled backward. His eyes grew even more green, and its body began to tremble with rage.
“I’m gonna screw you to death! All of you….”
“No need to get so excited,” said the meat jelly. “Don’t be so impulsive….”
“Asura Fire!” cried the man-parrot as it floated there in the air. Suddenly, black flames leapt into being.