บท 1052: Mr. Condor is full of Himself

Li Yao stared at the corpse on the ground. His eyes were gloomy.

All three battles, all defeated.

What he had called a beast had killed the great cultivator of the Dali Sword Mountain. If it was the previous battle with Yu Sheng, that would have been more acceptable, but this battle was just absurd.

Demonic Beasts were even more dependent on talent than humans. Unless there was a special chance encounter, the race they were born into determined the fate of the beasts. Therefore, when the Black Wind Condor stepped out, everyone thought it was going to its death. Emperor Xia's Realm had given up on that particular battle, and Li Yao even thought that Emperor Xia's Realm was acting shamelessly by sending an insignificant beast to its death. But who would have thought that the Black Wind Condor killed his swordsman from Dali Dynasty? Moreover, this condor had twice contemptuously called Li Yao an idiot.