A few female disciples were massaging his back reluctantly. A few more were kneeling on the ground before him. Judging by their disheveled hair and bruised faces, they must have undergone excruciating torture.

As he walked into the hall, James witnessed the entire scene.

The humanlike eagle waved his hand upon sensing his presence, sending the female disciples who were massaging him flying. They collapsed heavily to the ground and cried out in pain.

The monster stood up. Looking at James, his expression darkened as he said coldly, “Do you have a death wish?”

Holding the Primordial Dragon Blade in his hand, James looked at the female disciples who were lying on the ground and said, “Leave now.”

Realization dawned on their faces as they hurriedly stood up and left.

The monster paid no heed to them but instead fixed his gaze on James. He could sense the powerful aura he exuded. This was not going to be an easy fight.

“Who are you?” the monster asked.

James returned the que