บท 1001: One Sword

Yang An stared at the spiraling golden-winged roc; heavy killing intent could be seen in Little Rascal's eyes. Yang An's body radiated immortal law energy as the fearsome tornado transformed into sharp swords that contained absolute power. If these swords were to slash out together, it was unknown how great the might generated would be.

Yang An held a saber in his hand. His form moved like the wind, instantly appearing before Little Rascal as he swiped down with his saber. This saber contained a fearsome might that could cleave everything apart. Little Rascal could sense the danger it posed to him, and he soared upwards. He frenziedly shot out his golden feathers, each as sharp as swords, yet they were all obliterated in the face of that saber light.