This next episode fills with dark conflict and emotion in between a father and son. Are you ready for this semi-final chapter of Part Two?! Then let's read!


Episode Eight: Yinxing


Chapter XXXIX

Yǐnxíng, Act Four

Battle of the Father and Son

Lord Shen appeared and strolled on the Void Bridge, pressuring his stored ribcage near his center body. He witnessed his son growing his blue eyes against the Lord of Gongmen. An unexpected meeting, Lao squeezed his Guandao grip. Shen's son now disgusted his father who slaughtered and took pandas away, recalling him fighting against the unknown clan on the night that Lao strangely curious and confused with his peahen mother Xia and conquering his grandparents' Tower of the Sacred Flame as Shen is the responsible for all the consequences and attacking innocents.

Both Peng and Lao eyed to themselves, considering unimaginable how albino of red train arrived nearby. Does Shen's son discern his father's redemption? Will Lao ever listen to his dead father when Shen desires to enter the light with the Dragon Warrior? The Son of Divinity spiraled his Guandao without turning his head behind. "Tigress, escort Po out of the mountain," Lao told her. "Make sure you all escape."

Tigress grasped Po out of the floor; Dragon Warrior's twin cousins interfered and placed both Po's arms around their neck, grabbing his wrist tight. "Lao, you cannot fight him! You have no idea how clever and wicked he is," Tigress rejected next to him. Her, the Furious Five, masters and Po discerned the Lord of Gongmen's cruelty as if Shen interests China and weapons, even smart to slaughter if any stands in front of the peacock. "We all know Shen almost killed you. Do you want to fight your father again?"

"I have to, Tigress," he answered undeniably.

"Do not underestimate him." Tigress backed him with her paw landing on Lao's right shoulder. "You go with Po, and I can stay here defend you both from your father."

"Then Shen can kill you!" Lao realized. Yes indeed! "He and I have Cai Li Fo that you will not win this fight."

"Tigress..." both heard Po's sore throat. She turned to the panda. Po mumbled as he panted; panda twins calmed their cousin that all noticed his excruciating from Huoju's thrust magic.

"Po needs you, Master Tigress," Lao perceived. Son of Divinity knew he must decide to guard Po and all the Company crew to vacate Mengmeng Mountain. Lao needed to see his new fear that made a vision of himself to fight his family member. Tigress discerned a young peacock that he will fight a wicked lord upfront, and Lao only must combat Lord Shen to deliver more time for Po's escape. "This one is mine."

Tigress agreed to Lao. Many fled out of prison, and Lao ultimately strolled forward over the vast lightening and reddish veins everywhere as he guided himself to the Void Bridge. The battle below outraged, thunder crashing over the central mountain. Lord Shen remained standing still whenever he glimpsed his son approaching him with light metal Guandao. This part is just like a vision I saw, Lao thought. That can't be real. But if that is reasonable, then I must embrace my worst fear in a chaos of battle. I may never know a victory. My father is indeed dead, and Lord Shen could not be in my bloodline. He admits my birth name, and somehow I shall commune to this wicked peacock who slew many pandas.

A moment during Lao's walk, he concluded close to Lord Shen about eight feet away. Son of Divinity peered his father's regular stance that he could believe Shen will make a nasty move. Or perhaps Shen carefully watch his son wielding the Guandao without pointing. Shen wobbled his beak as his eyes met the last living son of the Lord of Gongmen: same albino feathers, the exact size of their train like his son's blue feathers close to his father's actual color of cobalt and green touching the horizon. The peacock watched his son's Wing Chun stance and wielding pale gray Guandao.

"Dōngjì," Lord Shen gleamed his son's birth reputation.

Lao for the first time looked at the exceptional smile of his father. He admitted his birth name from peahen mother Xia that his brother sometimes called him. Nevertheless, Lao's reputation lies and will be part of the legacy instead. Lao inhaled his nose silently. "Father," he said usually.

Shen surrendered his gray Guandao. "Look at you," Lord Shen stunned softly, opening his beak as he could not shut. Shen would have known his son might have died with peahen in a dark forest. He recalled his wife Xia and son Dōngjì. "You are here. And all grown."

Lao's eyes followed his father's Guandao positioning to the left. He searched his thoughts before replying that Shen remarkably smiled without evil eyes. "Why did you come here?" Shen asked him, approaching his son in a slow walk.

Lao surprised the moment of his father's question. He gripped his weapon's handle that Shen caught attention and stopped. Lao breathed in after opening his mouth. "There are reasons I do this perilous quest for salvaging the Dragon Warrior," Lao answered.

I believe you do. Shen thought into delicate, nod. "I should have shown you my cannons with my metal and powder," he said. "I've wanted you to join by my side."

"I've seen that interest of yours," Lao discovered. "My friends told me about that unstoppable weapon. Most of all —" Lao shook his head. "— I'm not interesting your hobby."

"I have noticed." Shen registered. "You were once small inside my laboratory —" he indicated his feathers in between half of his height where his son's head was. "— and informed me you disliked powder to combine lethal ingredients."

Lao closed his eyes. He might have known a scene of a young warlord educated his Prince within the lab room. Lao did not focus on Shen's recall. He caught a glimpse of the wrath, feather blade that flung toward him on the horrendous day of stadium tournament. There are all stories shared by all people who met Lord Shen and known distinctive characteristics of him. Lao flared his eyes. "Would that cannon of yours kill your son if he is in your way, father?" Lao inquired him callously.

Shen recoiled his long neck back and eyes wide after realizing his son's demands. "No, son!" Shen petrified. "Why are you questioning me ruthless?"

"Do not bluff me, Shen." Lao snapped in repugnance, glimpsing at him like his eyes and neck forged with metal. "You tossed your blade toward my lung, and nearly killed me!"

"Huoju controlled my vision, Dōngjì!" Shen defended. "That brutal, ignoramus, hideous creature forced my mind and shed your ribcage. A father would never break his son's soul!"

Nonsense! Lao considered harsh. His voice climbed like a rough, tone pouring fire out of him. "Who manifested a child doing evil things to hate his parents? Who loved artilleries to used that power to scorch many people and bow before him?! Who tried to teach the boy to become the father's son, and BURN THEM ALL?!"

Questions fired in. Although, Lord Shen wanted to clarify his son's demanding after he perceived many things that Shen built madness and broke his family apart. His thoughts were imminent to share as if Lao watched him opening and closing his beak rapidly. Then observed Shen's eyes shutting to start realizing. "Those are your unethical decisions to make," Lao said grimly. Shen's son sparkled his mind, starting to ask when the albino of red train peered him poor. "Why did you turn my grandparents break their hearts after you murdered Dragon Warrior's people?"

Shen had to admit his crime in front of his son. He sensed many intricated memories what Shen on the night at Thriving Village ordered all wolves to capture and arrest pandas who he considered many as a "threat" against him and his family reasonably. Neither his motivation answer could be complexed to foresee his revelation. "Pandas were my greatest enemies who they could conclude our family and me."

Lao drew his neck back. "Our family? You and my grandparents?" he rose his voice without a smooth tone. "Your nonsense conspiracy brought up to this madness. Soothsayer's fortune represented the course of your fear."

Lao's opinion seemed verifiable. Shen concerned the fear of his fate. "Do you fear the panda who can destroy you?" Lao insisted.

Again, Shen admitted after glimpsing his son judging him and pointing his feather at the albino with the red train. "Yes, I was. My providence exists with the panda now, son. His conviction is not to drown the past, nor swimming through the awful pain and suffering." he elucidated, contemplating and imagining his son's emotion and remorseless character among him. Though, eyes glared and beak clenched from Lao. "You cannot deny the veracity that your voice reminded me of the Lord who you are conversating him."

"My grandfather?" Lao guessed.

"Me." he corrected his son.

It seemed that Lao is identical to his father's reputation, that you squinted both albinos have same faces, narrowing eyes and different feather colors of crimson and cobalt kissing from its light. Preferring long robes. Wielding Guandaos and feather blades as their weapon of choice. And not able to forget, their types of blood are royal as if Shen mostly achieved manners and called lords and ladies correctly. Lao, however, comforted complexed words.

Lao whirled his Guandao after realizing an unmistakable, identity from his father. Shen stood back after Lao positioned his weapon toward him, clenching his beak hard. "Please, don't," Shen begged timidly.

"Neither do you," Lao severed him.

Son of Divinity scored his blade in front of him, and the Lord of Gongmen shoved his gray Guandao.

Their blades danced as peacocks deflected through sides as one goes to the mark, or the other could block. Lao bounded his talons back; Shen lunged forward while slicing lanes. Peacock lord jumped in front. Lao caught his sight as he sprung in exact height. Shen's son propelled his straight talon and Shen fell back to the bridge.

Lao sprinted and gashed his sword down. Shen moved his long neck, spiraling his talon near Lao's legs. He rolled up to his stance before both stood quick and blades hurled against in front. Lao widened his leg stances as if he propelled his Guandao, imagining more than six feet Bo stick doing six and a half point form Luk Dim Boon Kum. Lao straightened his back, knees bent and combined both attacks and deflect Shen's blade that hurled near his head. He revolved his Guandao forward, backing Shen off at once the Lord of Gongmen sensed a swirling edge approaching him. Peacock lord swung his son's sword away toward his right; Lao went under, spinning his long blue train below Shen. Lao's father avoided. Lord Shen pointed his grip pole and struck his son's chest in a rapid, push.

Once fall, Lao fanned his train and broadened his talons. He summoned four silvery, sharp feather knives from his left sleeve and cast to his father. Lord Shen dodged three screech blades and the fourth with his gloomy Guandao pulsed after landing from a spiral jump. He dashed his body above his son and bounded from Lao's shoulder, and burst his shrieking yell. Lao sensed. He picked his tight, brown dart rope from the inside of his right sleeve, turning back to his father above him and flung toward Shen. The string surrounded Shen like a snake squeezing your lungs and your back. "GET DOWN!" Lao shouted, yanking his rope upward to his right side and thudded his father on the sunless, Void Bridge.

Lord Shen thumped on the poorly lit rock with a grunt. The impact he landed in front of his body and head entered his excruciating, sparkling pain over his wings. Shen hacked his difficult breathing when Lao embarked.

"That's what happens when my mother never let a monster like you will raise me!" he snarled with a stern, look. "A coward like you who almost killed Po inside that gloomy, fireworks factory! A murderer like you who is an abomination to compel your forces and slaughtered innocents!"

Shen rose troubling. His breath rusted combined with rough, short panting as if Shen grasped his chest and gloomy, gray Guandao next to him, peering his son's compelling, blazing eyes. "Your return sickens me! China will forbid you visiting elsewhere, including Gongmen City and the Masters' Council!" his son announced. "Equity shall conclude your existence!"

Lord Shen seemed horrified. He ambled back with his blade-wielding in front only smart enough to watch his son's next deadly move. Coughing while Shen retreated, Lao approached him fast with his silvery Guandao gripping harder. "You cannot betray your family that we including your mother part of our lives to defeat my life! You are my son, Dōngjì!" Shen protested, then rising his shrieking voice. "Does your master ever educate you to kill?!"

"Only a fool who desires to kill!" Lao replied angrily. He recoiled his silvery Guandao to the left shoulder near Shen's neck. His father ducked under and deflected Lao's sword with his gray blade on parry right. Both pounded their Guandaos with wild, veracity movements at their forward surroundings.


"THIS WAY!"

An enormous, muscular gorilla dragged a wooden tray across three sections forward and four cabinets left. Gang guided a mountain leopard, Mei Ling, as she clawed on structures and library cabinets. Brown Hawk above the giant ape swept his strong wings with Crane. Both birds summoned a strong wind ahead of them, billowing dash bandits.

The crate inside has packed with twelve dark scrolls wrapped with golden fire pins and red sashes around it each. Once stopped, Gang pointed a piece of pale gray scroll perching on the third section above, designed with trimming clouds touching with darkness on sides and in the middle. The next as the enormous ape he aimed, a black manuscript with white dusty, stars laid on the top of the fifth section to the left.

Mei Ling snatched all two and tossed into the crate. "Is that all of them?" she asked Gang.

"All fourteen!" the ape answered, double checking the exact number on the moving crate without mistaking. "These are histories, stations, battle units and one scroll for Lord Shen's artilleries!"

"What about the rest of them?" Crane pointed many scrolls elsewhere.

"They are just copies and full of hate books you do not wanna know!"

"Let's go! That is all we find, and leave this library!" Crane announced.

Hawk, Crane, Gang and Mei Ling moved quickly onto halls down toward the column windows. No crimson nor smaragdine lights lit from the bottom and right side. Gang approached with the running crate with dark scrolls except gray and black with white dust manuscripts while other three followed the ape. In a moment, all sighted Lotus rising Viper around she-wolf's right shoulder.

"What happened?!" Crane panicked, landing beside Xing and Lotus.

"Viper was choking, Master Crane," Xing replied. "That large bear smothered her using purple eyes and vanished with Huoju inside that red portal!"

"She is going to be alright!" Lotus palmed Crane's back. "Viper is breathing, but unconscious! You found those plans?"

"Yeah! Let's follow Gang to the very first floor!" Crane nodded, pointing to the left of circular stairs. "That is our way out with General Bear's resistance!"

Xing stopped his head. His ears tipped that caught swinging blades clashing each other from behind the opened window that both columns stood when annihilated. He climbed onto the hard edge of the gap, scanning the black bridge with white crystals perching that connected the Oval Entrance and Hollow of Dungeon he watched an enormous gray layer with a hundred shade holes. No torch inside the prison dimmed and lightened; however, Xing noticed his aunt's team salvaged Po. Blades countered from the Void Bridge as both swords clung loud. He witnessed both albino peacocks sparring with bright and dark gray Guandaos against each other.

"No…" Xing stunned with his wide eyes.

Every land of the subterranean mountain rumbled softly to aggressive, wobble. Xing nearly fell behind as Crane caught his back. "Aftershock!" Mei Ling screamed after caught both Crane and Xing ahead of her. Oh, no! Xing thought anxiously. This mountain is no mountain. It's a freaking volcano!

All seven hastened down within circular stairs. Gang motioned and controlled the crate's balance as if only one wooden wheelbarrow turned right. Either one or more scrolls fell if Gang loses control, time gets a little delay, and six company members will pick those manuscripts! As long as the scriptures remain inside the crate, they'll be reaching the black gate in time! Once reaching the third floor down, Xing flipped onto the hemispheric structure, landing on the Oval Entrance as there is another stairway down to the right. He watched both peacocks skirmishing continuously and turned to the six company members behind him.

"Take these plans out of here!" Xing uttered them all, eying on Crane and Mei Ling."You guys make sure the gorilla including you all out of this mountain! I'm going to get my brother!"

"What about you?!" Lotus shrieked. She peered the peacocks on the bridge behind Xing. The tiger closely watched Viper opening her closed eyes.

"I will catch up!" he answered, palming Lotus's back as all six approached the next stairway further. "Just get to the gate, get Viper out of here, and run with the Resistance!"

Crane and brown hawk Fei jumped and soared down to the stairs, as all four sprinted and followed the gorilla in front when coursing the moving crate. Bumping on each step, and scrolls sprung and collapsed inside the container. Lotus and Mei Ling caught plenty of manuscripts falling off to sides; Xing turned back to the shadowy bridge. Both albinos beefed as if the Guandaos they wielded, went wild, swirling deflections.

Xing hailed his brother. Albino peacock with heavy cobalt train leaped above his father's shoulders, angling his blade from lord peafowl's reverse hammer above him. Xing yet again called. He felt a soft shook below his four paws that solid, glossy and shadowy bridge cracked with reflection glass like you stood on a frozen lake and terrifying tears echoed. The next rumble kicked harder as Xing scanned his brother including the peafowl lord thrusting their swords and growling against each other. The center they stood shattered, and Xing watched them fall. "NOOO!"

The bridge including the tiger joined the collapse. Xing's heart went rapid, thumps and swim his head around many pieces of dark bridges. He sighted both peacocks soaring down and balanced their wings, and inclined toward webbed bridges, heading toward the tallest swell rock with a hundred flame-colored holes. Thousands of form birds cried, shredding them with sharp talons and breaking waves of dry winds elsewhere. Xing's body motioned downward, waving his arms wildly!

A brown eagle in gray armor caught Xing's upper shoulders. The tiger looked up at him. "Master Eagle!" he surprised.

"You are okay, son!" Eagle calmed him. "Your colleagues have the Dragon Warrior and escorting him out of there!"

"Master, do you see both peacocks flying near that factory place?" Xing pointed front. He including Eagle scanned both albino peafowls soaring far and entered swarming armies of vultures with bats against swans, eagles, cranes, and owls. Eagle nodded. "Take me over there! My brother is fighting Lord Shen! I gotta get Prince Dongji out of there!"

"We'll get to him!" Eagle proceeded. He craned his neck down to Xing. "Do you have the plans?"

"Yes, sir! My team has fourteen scrolls!" he replied. "They should be heading toward the black gate!"

"Good!"

Eagle and Xing entered the ocean of clashing birds.


"Stay with me! This way!" a one-eyed Commander Wolf Boss gestured innocent, tormented villagers with his gray maul hammer with a crimson spiral.

Twin Lieutenants Lee and Lin sprinted behind Commander as if all three wolves jailbroke all the villagers from a hundred prison cells behind. Resistance bird fighters of gold, blue and green armors thronged above, mopping vultures and bats across pillars, hills, and structures around them. Wolves led forward wherever they visioned: opened the black gate with moonlight nights dead ahead, and found yaks, bulls, deer, and both Chicken and General Bear thrusting bandits with large, tan iron shields with sharp spikes.

"BUCKOOOK!" Chicken screamed, kicking his small talons and hurling tiny, light silver daggers from his red-brown feathers. Sliced on small cuts against five hyenas. One deer in brown silk he went below, Chicken rose his feet, and Master Beer propelled him with two deadly ax blades. After the deer bandit bounded and crashed within black borders and swallowed under unconscious gangs, many cheers grew in.

Brown bear peered three wolves on the rock hill stop. Wolf Boss and twins waved all villagers toward the exit after they commanded people to escape. "Commander!" General beamed, dazzling his eyes. "You are alive!"

One-eyed wolf dashed into General with his twin Lieutenants. Plenty of warriors on Bear's side escorted cherished and dying villagers. "You look terrible, General! No offense!" Wolf Boss swung small boar's belly near him.

"Aye! These bandits could not stop resisting!" Bear added, smacking forward against large black ape. Both him and brown bear heaved their swords each other; Chicken climbed behind General and cut black ape's cheek. Wolf Boss swept his hammer behind the gorilla and hammered his head. That got him! Zhong thought surprising. The bear stood up to Commander. "Have you brought those plans?"

"No, sir!" Zhong replied. The archer wolf Lee shook one-eyed wolf's left shoulder and pointed the twisted, palace's entrance. They watched Crane and Fei spamming their flat wings against fifty vultures coming down from above. Blue ape, Mei Ling, and Lotus dashed with their crate filled with fourteen dark scrolls as if Zhong's daughter carried Viper around her body. "Nevermind! Xing's team have the plans from Huoju's Library! Lieutenants and I have villagers!"

"That is great news, Commander!" General smirked. "Vacate this land, and get out as far to the South as possible to the mountain!"

For a moment, last thirty villagers of yaks, pigs, geese, and rabbits cried. Plenty pointed to the right hillside as all heads peered. Twin pandas rose the Dragon Warrior's arms behind their necks when grasping both paws. Peng, Mei Mei, and Tigress followed them. Zhong froze his own strong heart. He scanned all Tigress team and Xing's team twice. No tiger, nor albino peacock prince sighted. Where are Xing and Dongji?! Wolf Boss worried, shrinking his head and raising his one right eye.

Both teams reached into General Bear's army; all birds covered above against attacking vultures and bats trying to infiltrate. Po breathed out in grunt, clenching his teeth as all crocodile gangs ran behind Tigress's team. "Where are Xing and Dongji?" Wolf Boss announced worriedly, then eying on his daughter's loving eyes and Tigress's.

"Xing stayed behind! He's going to get Lao from Lord Shen!" Commander's daughter answered with anxious.

Oh, no! Zhong trembled his head. "What happened?! Prince Dongji?!"

"Lao is fighting his daddy!" Lotus cried. "Somebody get my Xing and Lao!"

"THERE THEY ARE! I see peacocks soaring!" Lin pointed his paw.

Multiple heads turned; Tigress twirled and viewed hundreds of Resistance and Huoju's Army birds clashing, revolving and chasing themselves. She glimpsed and found both of small, white albinos fanning their blue and red trains flying across the dogfight birds. Tigress shortened her breath. No! Tigress thought of him apprehensive.


Outraged yells thundered. Swimming birds clashed around two peacocks chasing. Lao ducked from vulture's black talons ahead of the bandit. He pursued his father when swords and daggers flew like butterflies everywhere. Lao spun over his head; he never experienced this skirmish in which yells, savage, massacre and survival. Lao ignored and darted his eyes in front, focusing ahead of the albino peacock instead of the distraction.

Shen descended from the ocean battle; Lao banked down, and both soared near the Column Factory of a swollen rock with a hundred light holes where Shen's cannons positioned. Lao gathered his long train from preventing the air that feathers let him fly. His father doesn't know Dongji is nearly behind him! He pressed his feather hands near his thighs and narrowed his eyes. His descending body accelerated. Winds screeched. Shen anticipated the wrath feathers from his tail; he heard his son's furious shout. He gasped, and his son seized the peacock in the midair. Both declined onto bamboo constructions as forty dragon cannons lined both sides in front near the front entrance of Column Factory.

Lao and Shen crashed.

Both peacocks coiled their bodies, thudding and grunting on each hit of bamboo, and solid gray ground that reflected with crimson light from the Factory. Heads dizzied, flattened on the black surface. Shen sensed the smell of powders and heavy black smoke. Clenching many black specks of dust and hacked his throat harder. He rose his whole neck and burning his breath. The albino heard a quiet rumble from above the hidden layer. A shape of black water drop rock cracked its bottom that glued the base and collapsed. The enormous sunless stalactite slumped next to the left edge of the Factory. Birds soared away, and the cliff rammed with a puff, brown smoke with glass shattering. The smoke raged its rush toward every land and even Lord Shen. He stood rapidly and covered his whole head with it.

The brown smoke billowed the albino inside. Birds commanded and flew off. Shen could feel a light gale from his gray robe as if his eyes hold close from dust and smoke. He heard only a gush above him. Shen could not detect his son's scream, nor sprinting talons after him. He opened his eyes at once the brown smoke rose, settled its rage and even attempt to glare his surroundings. Only gold and black dragon artilleries positioned. Shen picked his dark gray Guandao from the floor.

The albino cornered his eyes on all sides. He pointed his sword in a matter of his heart leveled and thumped louder and faster. Bats was chiming above fainting smoke.

"LAO!" he heard the the tiger's howling further.

Shen's crests fell.

The albino's feathers shrunk. He would discern his son's companion that if Xing finds Lord Shen and could not search Lao, the albino will get killed by the tiger. Shen easily recognized his personality, which does not fit fatal, nor intimidation. Many cannons pointed toward the Factory as Shen glimpsed. His thoughts sparkled that he can scorch all matches. How will he ignite them all at once? His talons could summon a scratch of dancing sparkles at one cannon each. Plenty artilleries held its aim wherever a ball of crimson fireworks could impact weak spots and thin layers.

Shen moved across the bamboo courtyard of thirty cannons in a rapid, pace. He chose a couple of artilleries as he checked his aim where vortexes would lead. The albino leaped onto the back of the dragon's breath and scraped his metal talon on the match.

Boom!

Crimson sparkles catapulted, struck onto the bottom left of the tall solid iron red columns. Both collapsed, then debris fell. Shen craned his neck to the right and found a cannon with his scrape mark about five artilleries away. He hurled his feather knife to the match, ignited with another thunderous boom. The cannonball hit and entered Factory's substantial oval window. Many explosions brought Shen's little smirk.

Three cannons later, all blaze spheres rammed the top, the right two iron columns, and finally entered the middle oval window. Fossil rocks embarked tearing (most on sides of the Column Factory) freely. Shen bounded away from the farther entrance lane. He inspected thousands of cracks slight opened. All cannons could have marked its catapult across the wind and demolished the building apart. If he had his army to command and shoot artilleries, then things would have handled than scored few cannons as Shen fired in the accurate, line of the drop. He almost destroyed the Factory! Shen sensed and nearly bounded his inner body!

The albino needed one more, and where the last week spot he peered a hundred barrels of black powders inside the circular, bamboo bridge. A spiral breeze sliced behind Shen. He distinguished a sharp Guandao, turning his head. The tiger's echoes called and came closer across few yards away from iron, dark red cliffs. The albino of blue train clenched his silvery Guandao grip. Lao stood on a dragon barrel. He pinned his blade onto the match that the cannon aimed at his father. "There is nowhere left to run, Shen." Lao snapped cooly.

One sudden move, Shen would have obliterated! You are unconditionally mad. He thought, realized his son's instability behavior remained the same as his past feeling of wickedness. Shen released his dark Guandao to the ground. "I will not fight you, Dongji," Shen saddened when glimpsing his son's wrath eyes. "I am your mother's husband."

Lao had to sink Shen's honesty. His beak shook with his heart stopped a second. He tossed his silvery Guandao beside the cannon's right wheel. "So was your son," Lao said perturbed.

Lord Shen froze his body. His son marched across the golden dragon barrel, released his gravelly yell, bounding with his train wings thriving and tackled him to the dirt. Without most of the senses, a small bat in light blue pants tendered his left arm from the black smoke and dogfight battle above. He must have used his right wing. His body flattened on a dragon barrel.

The bat shook his head after his hard impact he hit the gold metal barrel. OW! Head wobbled still. Visions ballooned with nasty blurry. He heard both peacocks grunting and brawling in the dirt. Lao has no metal talons as if his father wore it deadly. Bat's eyes returned normal and watched both albinos darting their kicks. Shen used wings and train instead. He caught his son's right talon that doing a side-kick near his left ribcage. Lao drew his three silvery feather knives from the long sleeve. Shen palmed Lao's right arm and spun red train under his son's feet.

The bat caressed the barrel strangely. Thoughts enlightened as if the dragon cannon is pointing directly to both peacocks. He recalled Huoju's orders from his bats' clan, claiming that the Dragon Warrior seduced Lord of Gongmen to teach Shen's desirable Kung Fu inner peace. Traitor! The bandit snarled, rotating his head behind the barrel and sighted untouchable rope matches.

Lao rose and hurled his feather knives at his father. Shen wrenched his body, avoiding. One silver reflected feather of pale orange and fire slashed onto Shen's upper right shoulder; Lao sensed Shen's cut and his sharp yell. He approached the albino in the air and caught his neck with his talon, preventing Shen rising his head and whole body on the ground. Lao hauled his last feather blade; Shen reflexed and grasped his son's arms lunging near his throat.

Both peacocks sharpened their struggling cry. Tightening their strengths against themselves, Shen squandered his thrust. Lao pulled his father's arms and chest and banged him twice. Another pulling, Shen dragged him to the side on the dirt ground, reaching his right talon and held his son's back of the neck. "That's enough, Dongji!" he spat. "You've gone too far!"

Shen detained his son's neck and body from shifting. Lao struggled to move with his wings. "Dongji, STOP!" Shen swept his son's blade. "Resisting against me will NOT solve justice! The panda and I are finished conflicting! And that destiny of mine is him and me together making inner peace!"

Lao sensed rapid steps approaching. His eyes looked at the small, brown cliff constructed bamboos. He found his brother and brown eagle arrived and stood toward the edge. The tiger screamed Lao; Lord Shen rose his head. "Inner peace THIS!" the bat shrieked.

Shen and Lao locked their eyes sighting a small bat abrading his small black dagger onto the rope. Match danced with sparkling white lights. Inner barrel snarled with bright flames. A fast, gray figure in the air flipped and heel-kicked against the cannon's tail. BOOM!

A flash of wine, red fireworks puffed the dragon's throat. So beautiful and lethal when peering flares and get struck to you in front, you probably be dead! The ball of fire lost tracked targeting both peacocks. It merely triggered across the horrendous black smoke, entering the oval hole and as all felt the loudest bang than cannon's hack. A brightest, angry light flared with billowing fire on all cracks and every rock that held walls, ceiling and bamboo paths, collapsed.

There was nowhere to find shelter as if pale brown debris rushed against them all. Swift smokes shrieked and cracked; both peafowls sprinted, but their wings broke apart to fly. Tai Lung struck the bat's chest with his paw glimmered with ice, blue light, ending him to petrified without an inch of his movement. Xing and Master Eagle bounded down to the bottom and reached peacocks ducking them to the floor, as all shadows and brown smoke pushed snow leopard onto the stiff, cliff and screamed.

The smoke was harshly aggravating. Ducking on the ground, could not support the tiger, two albinos and a brown eagle with high wind. It bounded Xing, Lao, Shen and Master Eagle off dirting with cannons soaring.

Flying unbalanced inside the debris as all four entered, the smoke silenced their scream.


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