In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Liu Ming abruptly formed a sword technique with one hand, and a sword carrying dazzling golden light shot out from his body. At the same time, a powerful sword qi soared into the sky, causing a huge fluctuation of spiritual power in the void.
The four Valley Wind Birds were about to attack the trio when they felt the towering sword qi behind them. They each let out a clear and long chirp as their forms halted, and in an abrupt aerial spiral, they turned to face Liu Ming, fixing him with their wings wide open.
"Go!"
Liu Ming's hand changed its sword-finger technique and pointed at the golden sword light in the void. The sword light suddenly split into two, then in a flash, it divided into four golden sword rains, each about four to five zhang long, shooting towards the four grey-brown giant birds.