Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

The fighting in the warehouse below gradually subsided at the same time, and the remaining members of the Fire Leopard Sect were brought under control after losing their leader.

The city guard captain walked to Su Yuntao's side, glanced at the person who had fallen from the beam, and was about to say something when a sharp screech suddenly came from the sky. The sound was extremely penetrating, and the atmosphere in the warehouse, which had just relaxed, instantly tensed up.

A giant, golden bird swooped down from the edge of the clouds, its wingspan almost obscuring half the night sky. A heavy, oppressive aura descended from the sky with its appearance, causing many low-level Soul Masters present to hold their breath.

"What is this?"

"Why would a spirit beast of this level appear in the city?"

The golden-winged roc's figure lingered at the edge of the clouds for only a brief moment before lowering its altitude again, like a golden meteor streaking straight towards a certain area in the city, directly opposite the street where the city lord's mansion was located.

The city guard captain's face turned deathly pale instantly. The matter of the king's previous attack was not yet resolved, and his responsibility had not yet been settled. Now, the city lord's mansion was being directly attacked by a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast. He felt dizzy and almost screamed:

"Return to the city lord's mansion! Everyone, return to the city lord's mansion! Quickly!"

Someone pointed at the Fire Leopard Sect members who were being held captive and hesitated before saying:

"What should we do with these people? Should we take them back with us?"

The city guard captain didn't even turn his head, coldly uttering the following sentence:

"Kill them. Who knows if these people are part of a diversionary tactic by the other side, designed to lure us away so that the soul beast can attack the city lord's mansion."

Before the words were even finished, several guards swiftly brought down their knives, and the Fire Leopard Sect members, who were about to speak in their defense, were cut off.

Su Yuntao didn't linger on that scene and had already joined the reinforcements heading towards the city lord's mansion.

When Su Yuntao and the city guards arrived at the city lord's mansion, the surrounding area was already in a mess. A section of the courtyard wall had been knocked down, and rubble and broken tiles were scattered all over the ground. Two old trees had been uprooted and lay across the roadside.

The Golden-Winged Roc was circling low in the sky, the wind pressure generated by its wings swirling the dust at the gap in the courtyard wall into a vortex. King Kundera was standing inside the collapsed courtyard wall, the protective soul power on his body flickering, clearly having already experienced a round of fighting and in poor condition.

When he saw the city guards and Su Yuntao arrive, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately raised his voice and shouted:

"Whoever can slay this Golden-Winged Roc will be granted the title of Viscount! The Roc's corpse will also belong to him! The Kingdom of Barak will offer additional rewards to all those who assist him!"

The voice of that sentence was extremely penetrating, and almost everyone present heard it clearly.

Some people's breathing became noticeably heavier, and some subconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons.

A viscount title is a threshold that many people can never reach in their entire lives. It's not just a matter of money, but also a symbol of status and prestige.

Several figures emerged from the crowd of onlookers: three Soul Kings and four Soul Masters. Although none of them were Soul Emperors, they were among the strongest fighters in Barak City.

Su Yuntao didn't rush forward. He stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze falling on a pillar behind the entrance of the city lord's mansion. The boy named "Luo Fuqi" was squatting behind the pillar, holding the grayish-white egg tightly in his arms.

The Golden-Winged Roc's every swooping descent was aimed precisely at that pillar. Although it was intercepted by the king and the few soul masters in turn, it never deviated from that area.

Su Yuntao withdrew his gaze, said nothing more, and turned his attention back to the battlefield.

With the addition of several Soul Kings and Soul Masters to the battle, the scene became even more intense.

A Soul King delivered a powerful punch to the side of the Golden-Winged Roc, causing it to sway. Another Soul Master seized the opportunity to strike its chest and abdomen with a burst of soul power. Although the Golden-Winged Roc's protective soul power fluctuated under the attack, it did not shatter completely.

Each flap of its wings created a strong gust of air, forcing those who approached back. At the same time, its claws and beak retaliated in turn, injuring several Soul Masters who surrounded it. Another person was swept by its wing and flew several meters away, crashing into a broken wall.

Half an hour later, all the Soul Masters and Soul Kings had fallen to the ground. Although a few of them were still breathing, they had all lost the ability to fight again. The Golden-Winged Roc also had several wounds on its body. The most serious one was at the base of its right wing, where an old wound had been repeatedly hit and had cracked open even more, with golden blood dripping continuously along the edge of the wing.

King Kundera stepped forward again to suppress the Golden-Winged Roc's attack. His soul power level was higher than those of the Soul Kings, but the injuries he had suffered during the previous attack had not fully recovered. At this moment, his attack rhythm was obviously not as smooth as when he was at his peak. He could only barely keep the Golden-Winged Roc in the open space in front of the City Lord's Mansion, preventing it from breaking through the defense line.

Su Yuntao circled around to the side and went behind a half-collapsed courtyard wall. He took out the Zhuge Divine Crossbow from his bosom, strung it, aimed it at the crack at the base of the Golden-Winged Roc's right wing, and pulled the trigger.

Sixteen crossbow bolts flew out at close range, instantly embedding themselves in the edge of the wound. The Golden-Winged Roc let out a sharp cry and its body suddenly tilted to the side.

King Kundera was overjoyed. Without turning around, he shouted, "Quick! Continue!"

Su Yuntao didn't reply, but continued working, quickly taking out the second set of arrows from his pocket and loading them into the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

After being hit by the crossbow bolt, the Golden-Winged Roc's movements were noticeably slower due to the poison in the bolt, but when it looked down at the egg in the boy's arms behind the pillar, the fierce light in its eyes reignited.

Ignoring the numerous wounds covering its body, it flapped its wings and pounced in that direction again, with a resolute determination.

King Kundera gritted his teeth and charged towards the direction of the roc, and the two collided again in the open space in front of the city lord's mansion.

The Golden-Winged Roc's sharp claws tore through the king's protective soul power, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash on the king's left arm. At the same time, the king's heavy punch struck the Golden-Winged Roc's chest, causing both the man and the roc to stagger backward.

"A great opportunity!"

In the instant that both bodies fell backward at the same time, Su Yuntao aimed the Zhuge Divine Crossbow at the throat of the Golden-Winged Roc.

With a whistling sound, the second set of arrows shot out and pierced the lower part of the roc's neck.

The Golden-Winged Roc's movements became noticeably stiff, and its golden wings slowly closed.

Without further ado, Su Yuntao exerted his strength and rushed towards the spot where the Golden-Winged Roc had fallen.

Although the opponent's right wing root had been repeatedly struck and was seriously injured, he could not be sure whether the Golden-Winged Roc still had the ability to fly. Once it broke free and rose into the air, there would be no chance left.