Eighth Master's actions were inconceivable; it had actually swallowed the Golden Thread Insect in a single gulp.
The Golden Thread Insect, a descendant of the Six Fiends.
The Golden Threaded King Insect could devour anything. Even if it burrowed into the belly of a True Dragon, it could gnaw it clean from the inside. Yet this Silly Bird had swallowed such a vicious creature, and not only was it unharmed, it seemed as if it had been starving for a long time and had finally eaten its fill.
"Xiaoba, you swallowed the Golden Thread Insect. Don't you feel any discomfort?" Qin Feng asked, looking strangely at the chubby bird.
"CAW CAW! Delicious! How could I feel discomfort?" Having swallowed the Golden Thread Insect in one bite, Eighth Master flew back to Qin Feng's shoulder, practically bubbling with delight.
"Delicious?" Zhao Yuan's eyes looked ready to pop out of his head.
This strange bird actually called a descendant of the Six Fiends delicious!!
