The roc once again unleashed astonishing power, its feathers transforming into a rain of swords that slashed through the sky as it hurtled towards the tower master. These feathers, sharp as blades, emitted a piercing whistling sound, cutting through the air with a hissing crack.
The tower master had already been seriously injured in the previous fierce battle, and now he was struggling to keep up with the roc's onslaught. He swung his sword with all his might, trying to block the unstoppable rain of swords, but the speed and sharpness of the feathers made it difficult for him to cope.
The rain of swords pierced through the tower master's protective aura, deeply embedding themselves in his body, causing blood to gush out. The tower master let out a muffled groan, his body violently thrown into the air before crashing to the ground, further aggravating his injuries.
Just as the Roc was about to deliver a fatal blow to the Tower Master, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky. Qin Ze swung a gigantic hand, as large as a mountain, and slammed it down towards the Roc.
The speed and power of that slap caught the Roc completely off guard. It was sent flying, its body tumbling through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The roc was sent flying by Qin Ze's palm strike, its feathers disheveled and covered in blood, clearly suffering severe injuries. It struggled to stand, but its limbs were too weak to support its massive body.
Although the tower lord was injured, he was now able to catch his breath. He looked at Qin Ze with gratitude and deep respect. Qin Ze's intervention had not only saved his life but also the fate of his entire clan.
Come.
The tower master looked at Qin Ze with gratitude, his eyes filled with emotion and thanks. He knew that if it weren't for Qin Ze's help, he would have been killed by the roc long ago. He took a deep breath and forcefully uttered two simple words: "Thank you."
Qin Ze waved his hand, saying calmly, "It's nothing, I was just keeping my promise."
Immediately afterward, Qin Ze walked to the Great Roc's side, his gaze revealing a hint of determination. He demanded that the Great Roc become his servant, but the Great Roc clearly refused to submit.
Qin Ze sneered, said nothing, and stretched out a huge palm, mercilessly slapping it onto the roc's beak. The immense force sent the roc flying, tumbling to the ground and spitting out another mouthful of blood.
Qin Ze stood beside the roc and asked again, "Are you willing to be my servant?" His voice was cold and firm.
Although the roc was still full of pride, it now understood its weakness and helplessness. It knew that if it continued to resist, it would only be whipped more severely by Qin Ze. So, it reluctantly nodded, indicating its willingness to submit and become Qin Ze's servant.
Qin Ze smiled, his smile brimming with confidence and the satisfaction of victory. He stretched out his enormous palm and gently patted the roc's head, as if praising an obedient pet. Then, he said with a smile, "Those who understand the times are wise; very good!"
At this moment, Qin Ze turned to look at the Tower Master, his gaze sharpening and revealing an undeniable aura of power. He said to the Tower Master, "I have dealt with the Roc, now it is your turn to keep your promise."
Facing Qin Ze's gaze, the Tower Master knew he had no room to refuse. He nodded heavily, indicating his agreement: "I will keep my promise, I will hand over my Songyuan Power."
The tower master listened to Qin Ze's words. He knew that at this moment, he needed to arrange the affairs of the clan and prepare for the future handover. He sincerely said to Qin Ze, "I hope you will wait for me, senior, so that I can arrange the affairs of the clan."
Qin Ze nodded, signaling him to handle clan affairs. The Tower Master turned and left, summoning the clan's senior members for an emergency meeting. At the meeting, he announced his impending death and the identity of the new Tower Master. Although some felt reluctant to see him go, they all expressed their respect and support.
After the meeting, the Tower Master returned to Qin Ze. His eyes were filled with determination and resolve. He began the incineration ceremony, burning his own body. A mysterious energy began to rise from his body, swirling around him and forming a dazzling light.
During his passing, the master of the pagoda concentrated his mind and offered up his pine forest.
Having received the Pine Source Power from the Tower Master and feeling the abundant power within his body, Qin Ze turned to look at the Roc and asked a question: "With your strength, you should be able to transform into human form now, right?"
The roc understood Qin Ze's meaning, nodded, and then closed its eyes. Suddenly, its body began to emit a purple light, and gradually, its body transformed from a giant roc into a mighty and tall man.
In his new form, his muscles were clearly defined, his skin was as smooth as jade, and he wore a magnificent purple robe. His hair was as black and glossy as raven feathers, and his eyes revealed a powerful aura, making him the image of a fierce warrior.
Qin Ze smiled slightly and nodded in satisfaction.
After transforming into human form, the Roc humbly addressed Qin Ze as its master, saying, "Master, we have reached the realm of terrestrial immortals, a realm known as the Demon King. We are no longer ordinary demon beasts, but possess higher abilities and wisdom."
Qin Ze nodded, gaining a deeper understanding of this new realm. He knew that the Great Roc's strength and status had undergone a qualitative leap.
The roc continued, "Master, I have some precious things left behind in Hengshan. Could you please accompany me to Hengshan to retrieve them?"
After considering it for a moment, Qin Ze, whose problem at Mount Song had been largely resolved and who was also quite interested in Mount Heng, nodded in agreement: "Okay, we can go to Mount Heng and see those treasures."
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