Chapter 124 The Soul-Devouring Eagle Clan, Destroyed!

"Shut up! What are you crying for! I'm not dead yet!"

Ancestor Cao Lin let out a thunderous roar, cutting off Emperor Cao Chen's show of weakness. He took a step forward to stand before Emperor Cao Chen, grabbed him by the collar, and stared at him with bloodshot eyes:

"Listen! This is a moment of life and death for our Feather God Dynasty! There is no time for you to be sorrowful!"

"Big Brother has already met with misfortune, and the enemy is ten, even a hundred times stronger than we imagined! They are at Black Wind Cliff, and they will soon slaughter their way to the Imperial Capital!"

"Now, you must do three things immediately!"

"First! Activate the 'Nine Heavens Divine Feather Nation-Protecting Formation'! Fill it with all the top-grade spirit stones in our inventory; you must ensure the formation is in its strongest defensive state. Not even a fly is allowed to get in!"

"Second! Issue the highest-level 'Divine Feather Order'! Command all royal family members, elders, and guest cultivators who are currently away—no matter where they are or what they are doing—to immediately abandon all missions and rush back to the Imperial Capital to defend the throne, regardless of the cost and at maximum speed!"

"Third!" A flash of ruthlessness crossed Ancestor Cao Lin's eyes. "Give orders to those demon clans that are attached to us! The Purple Electric Mad Lion clan, the Iron-Backed Bear clan, and that Two-Headed Demon Snake clan... Tell their patriarchs to bring their clan's foundations and all powerhouses above the Saint Realm, and they must arrive at the Imperial Capital within three hours!"

"Tell them this is a death order! Anyone who dares to hesitate, once this crisis is over, I will surely exterminate their entire clan!!"

Emperor Cao Chen was scared out of his wits by the ancestor's ferocious appearance. He had never seen Ancestor Cao Lin, who was usually as steady as Mount Tai, lose his composure like this.

But he knew that the sky had truly collapsed.

"Yes! Yes! Grandson will go handle it immediately! I will go handle it immediately!"

Emperor Cao Chen scrambled out of the great hall. As his imperial edicts were sent out one after another, the entire massive machine that was the Feather God Dynasty began to roar into action in the middle of the night.

Panic began to spread throughout Tianque City.

Black Wind Cliff, the territory of the Soul-Devouring Eagle clan.

The battle here had ended, but the lingering aura of slaughter remained intense.

Venerable Kuxue's corpse had already been collected by Ye Haocheng. This was the flesh and blood of a Martial Venerable-level expert, which was an invaluable treasure for system recycling or for refining puppets.

At this moment, on the vast plaza, hundreds of surviving members of the Soul-Devouring Eagle clan were gathered.

Each one of them was pale, huddled together trembling, looking with terrified eyes at the circle of Asura Hall assassins around them, who were like wolves and tigers.

At the very front of the crowd, the patriarch Ying Changkong knelt on the ground. Although he was covered in wounds and looked extremely disheveled, his eyes flickered with the relief of having survived a disaster.

He had bet correctly! Although he had betrayed his former master and lost all face, he had survived!

As long as he was alive, relying on the foundation of the Soul-Devouring Eagle clan, he might be able to make a comeback elsewhere.

"Palace... Palace Master Ye."

Ying Changkong raised his head, his face full of ingratiating smiles, as he carefully looked at the white-clad youth who resembled a god or demon. "Please look... Venerable Kuxue has already been killed by you, and I have also passed on the message as agreed. I have done everything I was supposed to do."

"You said before that as long as I cooperated, you would let me and my clansmen go. You are someone who achieves great things, and your word is worth its weight in gold..."

Ye Haocheng stood on the high steps, looking down at this group of lambs awaiting slaughter. He leisurely wiped the bloodless longsword in his hand, a meaningful curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"That's right, I did say that."

Ye Haocheng nodded slightly, his tone gentle. "I am a person who values integrity the most. Since I, Ye Haocheng, said I would not kill you, I will absolutely not lift a single finger against you."

Upon hearing this, Ying Changkong was overjoyed and hurriedly kowtowed. "Thank you, Palace Master! Thank you, Palace Master, for your mercy! If there is anything you need in the future, this lowly one will certainly go through fire and water!"

"Let's go! Hurry and leave!"

Ying Changkong stood up and impatiently beckoned for his clansmen, wanting to escape this hell.

However, just as they had taken two steps, a wall condensed from terrifying killing intent instantly blocked their path.

Leng Yi and Leng Er, leading over a hundred elites of the Asura Hall, stood in front with cold expressions, holding sharp blades.

The smile on Ying Changkong's face froze instantly. He turned his head stiffly to look at Ye Haocheng. "Palace Master Ye... what is the meaning of this?"

Ye Haocheng shrugged and spread his hands with an innocent look. "Patriarch Ying, have you misunderstood something?"

"What I said was, 'I' will not kill you, and 'I' will let you go."

Ye Haocheng pointed at himself, then pointed at the surrounding Asura Hall members whose eyes were glowing with green light, as well as Deng Tianlong and Jin Daoming, who were standing to the side with red eyes, unable to contain their killing intent any longer.

"But I never said that these brothers of mine, or this Golden Winged Peng prince who has a blood feud with you, would let you go."

"After all, this is a private grudge between you. As the Palace Master, although I can control their bodies, I cannot control their hearts. Wouldn't you agree?"

These words struck Ying Changkong's head like a bolt of lightning.

Shameless! How shameless! This was simply a blatant play on words!

"You... you played me!! Ye Haocheng! You don't keep your word! You will have a miserable death!!"

Ying Changkong despaired. He let out a hysterical scream, which was the ultimate anger and fear after being fooled.

"Do it."

The smile on Ye Haocheng's face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme indifference. He couldn't even be bothered to look at Ying Changkong again and turned his back to everyone.

"Leave none alive."

"Kill!!!"

Deng Tianlong and Jin Daoming, who had been enduring for a long time, let out a heaven-shaking roar.

Especially Deng Tianlong, whose hatred, accumulated over hundreds of years, erupted completely at this moment.

"You Soul-Devouring Eagle scum! Return the lives of my clansmen!"

Boom! Golden light exploded, and a rain of blood flew everywhere.

This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre.

The experts of the Soul-Devouring Eagle clan had already been mostly killed by the shockwaves of the previous battle. The remaining old, weak, sick, and disabled were as fragile as paper in front of the wolf-like and tiger-like Asura Hall elites.

"Ah!! I am not reconciled!!"

Ying Changkong's hair was disheveled, and he tried frantically to resist, but in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, everything was futile.

Jin Daoming flashed, appearing instantly before him.

Jin Daoming indifferently extended a large hand covered in golden scales, directly grabbing Ying Changkong's head and lifting him up entirely.

"If scum like you, who betrays their master for glory, were allowed to live in this world, that would be the greatest disgrace to my Golden-Winged Roc Clan!!"

Crack!

Jin Daoming exerted force with his palm, without the slightest hesitation.

Ying Changkong's head exploded like a watermelon, red and white matter splattering everywhere. His soul had just tried to escape when it was swallowed whole by the phantom of the Great Peng that appeared behind Jin Daoming, completely dissipating into nothingness, without even a chance for reincarnation.

Screams, pleas for mercy, and curses echoed over Black Wind Cliff for only a short incense stick's time before completely returning to dead silence.

Corpses covered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

The once prominent Soul-Devouring Eagle clan was thus completely erased from the Eastern Continent.

The smoke of battle dissipated.

Deng Tianlong, covered in blood, knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily three times in the direction of the former site of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan.

"Father Emperor, Mother Empress, clansmen... your child has avenged you! This is only the first step; next, it will be the Blood Feather Vulture royal family!!"

He stood up, wiped the blood and tears from his face, and his gaze became unprecedentedly firm.

At this time, the members of the Asura Hall were quickly cleaning up the battlefield, looting the spoils.

Ye Haocheng still stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance at the vaguely visible golden dragon of the dynasty's destiny. Although Venerable Kuxue was dead, that golden dragon of destiny was still massive, though it appeared somewhat listless.