'Golden Roc Secret Pattern... It seems that Old Hairy was really something else. To fuse two Secret Patterns so completely... even I couldn't have managed that.'
He was reflecting on the advancement of his Golden Roc True Body.
Yang Xiao couldn't help but feel a surge of complex emotions.
Back then, when he had been rivals with the ancestor of the Golden-winged Roc Clan—the very first Golden-winged Roc in all existence—he had never been able to get the upper hand.
Of course, that guy couldn't get the upper hand on him, either.
In his first life, Yang Xiao's offensive power could be said to have reached the absolute pinnacle; even a Great Emperor might not have been his match in that regard.
Likewise, the ancestor of the Golden-winged Roc—the one Yang Xiao called Old Hairy—had evolved his speed to its absolute limit, surpassing even Great Emperors.
And so, though the two of them fought for many years, neither could ever defeat the other.
