She sliced downward. The sword cut through the air with a loud whoosh, colliding with the silver feathers on the bird's shoulder. Sparks flew everywhere like fireworks, and a sharp screech of tearing metal echoed through the trees. The low-grade sword wasn't strong enough to pierce the S-rank armor completely, but the sheer weight of her spiritual energy pushed the mother bird downward, causing her to crash heavily onto the forest floor.
Boom!
The giant bird hit the ground, sweeping through the silver ferns and knocking over a small tree.
Xue Yao tumbled across the grass, quickly rolling to her feet before flipping her hair back. She threw the notched, broken sword aside without a single drop of guilt. "Useless low-grade trash," she muttered, pouting.
