"Golden-Winged Roc? I never thought this Flying God Valley would have one of these guys hanging around. That's pretty rare. I wonder why there are so many Immortal Beasts in Flying God Valley—could it be the work of some ancient powerhouse?" Evan Chu muttered to himself.
"Palace Lord, there are all kinds of Immortal Beasts in Flying God Valley. As for why there are so many, even we aren't sure. From the moment I was born and arrived here, they were already around. At first, I thought this was the main base for Immortal Beasts, but it turns out that's just the tip of the iceberg," said the Golden Dragon King.
At that moment, the Golden-Winged Roc in the sky landed and transformed into human form—two men and one woman. The men were middle-aged, while the woman was a beautiful young lady, no older than twenty-five.
After glancing at Evan Chu and the Golden Dragon King, one of the men spoke: "Who are you, and why have you appeared in the territory of our Golden-Winged Roc Clan? Are you up to something?"
"We're just passing through. There's no need to be so hostile. Once my brother recovers his strength, we'll leave," Evan Chu replied.
When the three saw Goldwing, they felt a strange sense of familiarity. It was as if this middle-aged man shared their aura, making them all curious. "Who exactly is he? Why does he have the aura of our Golden-Winged Roc Clan? If you don't tell the truth, don't even think about leaving today."
Evan Chu said nothing. At that moment, Goldwing stopped absorbing energy and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the three before him, feeling a strong sense of kinship. "They're my friends. We're just passing through and mean no harm. Please let us go on our way."
After all, less trouble is better than more. If Evan Chu were truly angered, it would mean a fierce battle—and with his terrifying strength, wiping out the Golden-Winged Roc Clan would be easy. Now that Goldwing himself was a Roc, he didn't want to bring trouble to his people, so he chose to swallow his pride and speak humbly.
"You're one of our Golden-Winged Roc Clan, aren't you? I can sense our clan's unique aura from you. But you actually make friends with humans and dragons? That's a disgrace to our clan! Today, you must come back and face the king's punishment," one of the middle-aged men said.
Hearing this, Evan Chu and his companions were slightly surprised. Someone actually dared ignore the three of them. The strength of these three Golden-Winged Rocs was only mid-stage Immortal Emperor, but they were on the verge of breaking through to late-stage.
The Golden Dragon King had never suffered such humiliation. Even if the Roc King himself showed up, he wouldn’t dare speak to him this way. This was outrageous—when a tiger doesn’t show its might, even sick cats think they can bully it.
"You’re way too arrogant. My presence in your Golden-Winged Roc Clan should be an honor for you. How dare you insult us? Do you have a death wish? Believe it or not, I could annihilate you all right now!" the Golden Dragon King snapped, unleashing his late-stage Immortal Emperor aura and instantly crushing the three Roc cultivators, leaving them pale and trembling.
At that moment, the young woman produced a golden token. With a flash of golden light, the token vanished from her hand. Evan Chu realized she was definitely sending a message—soon, true experts from the Roc Clan would arrive, maybe even their king.
"Golden Dragon King, don’t be rude. For Goldwing’s sake, let’s not make trouble with them. We should just leave before things get messy," Evan Chu said.
Goldwing stood up, glanced at the three Rocs, and said, "We have no intention of making trouble for you. You’d better watch yourselves. These two are not people you can mess with. For the sake of our shared bloodline, I’ll let you off this time."
I’m not one of you, and your king has no authority over me. If you insist on dragging me away, the Golden-Winged Roc Clan could face extinction."
Just then, several streaks of golden light appeared in the sky. In the blink of an eye, eight figures flew in and landed on the mountaintop, all staring intently at Evan Chu and his companions.
Among the eight newcomers was an elder whose true strength was hard to gauge. But Evan Chu could clearly sense the terrifying power—the old man’s cultivation had already surpassed late-stage Immortal Emperor and reached the half-god realm.
Yet seeing him here was baffling. By rights, this elder should have ascended to the God Realm long ago. Facing a half-god for the first time, Evan Chu felt a flicker of excitement.
"Who are you, and why have you appeared in the territory of our Golden-Winged Roc Clan?" the elder demanded. The same question sounded very different coming from him.
Goldwing returned to Evan Chu’s side. Facing the Roc King, he felt a hint of fear—not of the king’s strength, but of his bloodline. It was the same instinctive submission the Golden Dragon King felt toward Evan Chu.
After all, Goldwing was an evolved beast, and still retained a lot of his original vulture bloodline. He wasn’t a pure Golden-Winged Roc—more like the lesser Fire Dragon or Water Dragon branches in the Dragon Clan, a much lower grade.
"We’re just passing through. We mean no harm to your Golden-Winged Roc Clan. But if you want to make trouble, I won’t back down," Evan Chu said, calm and unyielding.
The Roc King’s body erupted with a suffocating killing intent—true power that made Goldwing tremble uncontrollably, unable to withstand it.
"Goldwing, come back! No need to show these guys any courtesy!" Evan Chu called out.
Goldwing flashed with golden light and vanished from sight, shocking everyone present—especially the Roc King, whose face darkened with anger.
"Boy, you actually dared make a member of my Golden-Winged Roc Clan sign a Soul Contract with you? You clearly have no respect for our clan’s dignity. Today, you’ll pay for your foolishness!" the Roc King roared.
"Pay your sister! Old bastard, the only reason I haven’t killed you is out of respect for Goldwing. You really think I’m afraid of you? So what if you’re half-god realm? Killing you would take me one move, wiping out your whole clan would be easy. Don’t push me, or you’ll regret it," Evan Chu retorted.
"Such arrogance! In all my millions of years, I’ve never heard someone speak so wildly. If you’re really that strong, show me what you’ve got!" the Roc King challenged.
The Golden Dragon King couldn’t hold back anymore. Evan Chu was the true king of the Dragon Clan—how could he let the Roc Clan insult him? With a thunderous roar, he transformed into his true form: a six-clawed Golden Dragon.
"Golden-Winged Roc, how dare you disrespect the king of the Dragon Clan! Today, let me see how tough your clan really is!" the Golden Dragon King declared.