Clash of the Demon Eagle
Author: Jimmy-Chuuu
last update2025-08-06 09:15:49

Mao Shen was the leader of the Demon Eagle Organization, his reputation as fearsome as the midnight storms that ravaged the eastern mountains. He had heard Eadric Rong's name since the first floor, whispered in tones of awe and fear, but never did he expect to meet the man face to face in this ancient forest where the trees themselves seemed to watch their confrontation.

"How do you know me? We just met for the first time, didn't we?" Mao Shen finally asked, his voice still sounding hoarse after his coughing subsided, like gravel scraping against metal. Inwardly, he regretted having underestimated the Whirlwind Tread art that almost made him vomit blood earlier, a technique he had dismissed as mere child's play.

Despite feeling embarrassed, Mao Shen tried to hide those feelings behind a flat gaze that revealed nothing of the turmoil within. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, Night Drinker, its black scabbard adorned with silver runes that seemed to absorb the moonlight rather t
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