Chapter 787

A sharp screech pierced the air, making Andrew feel like his eardrums were about to burst. "Damn it! Could my luck get any worse?" he muttered under his breath, realizing there was no way to avoid a fight now. Gripping his sword tightly, he readied himself. The moment his hand wrapped around the hilt, Andrew felt something strange, almost like the sword had a mind of its own. It was his first time wielding a weapon since receiving the Sword Intent from the master of sword, Quillon, and he guessed this sensation had something to do with the sliver of sword energy now residing in his core. But there wasn't time to dwell on that. Realizing someone had intruded into its territory, the Golden Eagle let out another furious screech. Its massive wings, spanning nearly ten feet, beat the air furiously, sending loose rocks and debris flying. In a flash, the eagle launched itself skyward. Its sharp, glinting eyes locked onto Andrew as it tucked its wings and dove straight at him. The claws, r