Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques Chapter 367 - 162: Who is he? The First Divine Power of the

Xu Zhen’s body was clawed by the eagle’s talons, leaving a large area of flesh and blood torn away.

Although it wasn’t life-threatening, it looked utterly grueso.

"Ah..."

Xu Zhen let out a miserable scream.

He imdiately fled the scene, no longer daring to tangle with the eagle.

The eagle seed very pleased.

It continued to circle above Wolf Cry Gorge, letting out soft cries, as if basking in its triumph.

Spirit beasts possess intelligence, though not very high.

Comparable to the intellect of a child.

The eagle spirit beast before them clearly enjoyed toying with the martial artists at Wolf Cry Gorge.

"This spirit beast is utterly detestable."

"Whose immortal master’s spirit beast is this? Why don’t they keep it under control?"

"With this eagle around, I fear we won’t be able to gain insight."

"Simply infuriating. This spirit beast has a defensive magical artifact; regular attacks can’t even scratch it."

Though many martial artists were filled with righteous indignation,

none could do anything to the eagle.

However, as the eagle continued to circle above Wolf Cry Gorge, it noticed soone still standing upon the stone steps—soone who seemingly wasn’t intimidated by it.

The eagle couldn’t endure this!

It was like a mischievous brat, thrilled by the prospect of teasing these human martial artists.

Thus, it suddenly dived downward, aiming directly for the figure halfway up the mountainside of Wolf Cry Gorge.

At this mont, the only person left on the stone steps of Wolf Cry Gorge was Lu Changsheng.

Though Wolf Cry Gorge was thrown into chaos due to the eagle’s antics, stirring up great commotion,

Lu Changsheng had fallen deeply into a state of profound realization, completely unaware of his surroundings.

No one had entered his perception domain, so naturally, there was nothing to rouse Lu Changsheng from his enlightennt.

When the eagle rushed towards Lu Changsheng, the martial artists watching below couldn’t help but have a subtle shift in their expressions.

"That’s Lu Changsheng, isn’t it?"

"Lu Changsheng is deep in ditation—he won’t be in danger, right?"

"To co to Wolf Cry Gorge for domain insight alone, how could he not be prepared?"

"But that beast’s aggressiveness is far from simple..."

As for Lu Changsheng—the First Divine Gang who could reverse Divine Treasure—many martial artists were relatively reassured.

And indeed, this proved to be so.

Lu Changsheng’s perception domain enveloped an area of ten zhang around him.

Once the eagle entered the perception domain, Lu Changsheng was imdiately jolted awake.

"Swish."

Lu Changsheng’s eyes snapped open in an instant.

"Wretched beast!"

A sharp glint flashed in Lu Changsheng’s eyes.

"Clang."

The next mont, Lu Changsheng unsheathed his blade.

The blood-red blade light tore through the void, unleashing power surpassing 10,000 cauldrons in an instant.

At such close range, the blade light struck the eagle’s body instantly.

"Bang."

A dazzling white light flashed over the eagle’s body.

A magical artifact!

This was a defensive magical artifact.

As long as the protection of the magical artifact wasn’t broken, no matter how powerful the strike, it couldn’t harm the eagle in the slightest.

"A defensive magical artifact—this is a spirit beast!"

Lu Changsheng understood imdiately.

The spirit beast had a master!

Typically, only immortal masters, or even Taoist monarchs, would rear spirit beasts.

Though this slash hadn’t breached the protection of the magical artifact,

the power exceeding 10,000 cauldrons was too overwhelming, forcing the eagle’s massive body to halt in its tracks.

The eagle, however, seed enraged.

It spread its enormous wings, each feather gleaming like a sharp blade, as it prepared to charge at Lu Changsheng again.

"Beast, you seek death!"

A cold glint flashed in Lu Changsheng’s eyes.

"Cut!"

Lu Changsheng growled softly.

His Heart Sword, invisible and formless, instantly unleashed itself, piercing into the eagle’s body.

At once, the eagle let out a piercingly mournful cry.

Its entire body frantically flapped its wings, desperately trying to ascend again.

Yet Lu Changsheng continued to unleash his Heart Sword.

One strike after another, countless Heart Swords ruthlessly slashed at the eagle’s spirit.

The eagle did indeed possess a defensive magical artifact capable of fending off many attacks.

But no magical artifact could block spiritual secret techniques.

Lu Changsheng’s Heart Sword True Words—a terrifying secret technique capable of overwhelming peak Divine Astral Realm martial artists—what chance did re spirit beasts have against it?

Finally, after receiving over a dozen strikes of spiritual secret techniques, the eagle’s spirit was forcefully obliterated.

"Bang."

The eagle plumted from the skies to the foot of the mountain, its body devoid of any sign of life.

Dead!

The eagle spirit beast had unexpectedly died just like that.

Its body bore no wounds whatsoever.

The surrounding martial artists gazed at one another.

"The spirit beast... died just like that?"

"With no visible injuries, it must have been spiritual secret techniques. Isn’t it said that Lu Changsheng masters a formidable spiritual secret technique?"

"Ordinary Divine Astral Realm martial artists could handle spiritual secret techniques; at most, they’d suffer spiritual disturbances and agonizing pain. However, spiritual secret techniques alone cannot kill Divine Astral Realm martial artists. But spirit beasts are different—while their flesh is robust, their spirits are weak. They may be unable to withstand the impact of spiritual secret techniques."

"Trouble! The spirit beast has a master—now that the spirit beast is dead, its master surely won’t let this slide!"

"The master of the spirit beast is certainly at least a Qi Refining Immortal Master, possibly even a Foundation Establishnt Daoist Monarch! While Lu Changsheng has the backing of the Ancient Domain Heavenly Sect, he isn’t afraid—but we don’t have such strong support. If the immortal master is enraged, we’ll be dood."

"Let’s leave, quickly! This is one spectacle that could cost us our lives..."

The martial artists of Wolf Cry Gorge turned visibly pale and dared not linger, scattering swiftly.

After all, this incident involved an immortal master.

One misstep and they could be killed outright by an angered immortal.

Yet their departure proved too late.

From the distance, three figures suddenly sped towards them.

The three were clad in Daoist robes—clearly disciples of the immortal sects.