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"How do you plan to deal with the Golden Winged Roc Clan?"

After the prank, Qin Yi felt cheerful and turned to look at Yun Mengyao.

Yun Mengyao walked over, sat down in front of Qin Yi, picked up a small dried fish covered in chili powder and put it in her mouth. Her fair face instantly turned red, her voice a bit hoarse, and she said, "Kill two every day, I want the Golden Winged Roc Clan to live in fear forever."

Qin Yi looked at her face, unsure if it was hatred or the spiciness that caused it, and nodded slightly.

He could understand Yun Mengyao; with such deep hatred, this was not too much.

Yin Qianqian handed over a teacup, "Have some."

She knew exactly how spicy those small dried fish covered in chili powder were.

"Thank you!"

Yun Mengyao thanked her but didn’t take the teacup; instead, she picked up another small dried fish and tossed it into her mouth, with sweat immediately forming on her forehead.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Yi was puzzled by Yun Mengyao’s actions. Revenge is revenge, but why self-harm?

Yun Mengyao’s red lips parted slightly, "I’m suppressing the fire in my heart."

Qin Yi was stunned!

Using chili powder to suppress the fire in her heart, this woman seemed not very clever.

...

The vast manor was magnificent and imposing.

Above the three-zhang crimson gate, hung the plaque of the Golden Winged Roc Clan, with a golden roc spreading its wings depicted on it.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two corpses were thrown at the entrance.

The guards at the gate were startled.

"Who dares to cause trouble at the entrance of our Golden Winged Roc Clan?"

One of the guards at the entrance shouted angrily.

As rulers of Peng City, who would dare make trouble here, especially by throwing two corpses at their entrance; this was blatant provocation.

"Feather Clan, Yun Lin!"

Yun Lin, bringing several disciples from the Feather Clan, was responsible for delivering the corpses of Jin Lianming and Jin Dongfang to the Golden Winged Roc Clan.

If it were before, he wouldn’t dare come even if he were killed.

But now it was different, as the Feather Clan had two Gods overseeing it.

Qin Yi and Lang Ya had come to the Feather Clan, neither had made a move nor displayed their cultivation. It was unexpected that when they finally did, they frightened a whole group of people.

Good heavens, Yaoyao really broke out, being able to connect with such Gods. No wonder she had the confidence to challenge the Golden Winged Roc Clan.

Feather Clan had been suppressed miserably over the years, and finally, they could hold their heads high.

The more Yun Lin thought, the more excited he became.

"What do you mean by this?"

A guard pointed at the corpses on the ground and asked sternly.

Yun Lin straightened his back and said indifferently, "These are people from the Golden Winged Roc Clan, I’m returning them to you."

The guards at the entrance were taken aback; these sieve-like corpses couldn’t possibly be their Golden Winged Roc Clan’s people, right?

One of them went forward to check, gradually turning pale, and finally screamed in fright, "It’s Elders Jin Lianming and Jin Dongfang."

The other guards were also scared, quickly stepping forward to carefully identify them, and indeed, they were Elders Jin Lianming and Jin Dongfang.

The scene seemed to suddenly freeze, the guards were stiff all over, faces as pale as paper.

Fifth Elder, Sixth Elder, they died so tragically?

"Who did it?"

A guard asked, his voice trembling.

Yun Lin, hands behind his back, chin raised, "We from the Feather Clan did it, go tell your Clan Leader, the retribution for the Golden Winged Roc Clan killing our former Clan Leader and his wife has arrived."

"Remember, starting today, we will kill two people from the Golden Winged Roc Clan every day until you hand over the real culprits."

After saying this, Yun Lin was extremely pleased, waving his hand and quickly leaving with his men.

After posturing, they quickly fled; if a character at the Elder level from the Golden Winged Roc Clan were to appear, they might not get away.

"Quick, quickly report to the Clan Leader."

Several guards lifted the corpses of Jin Lianming and Jin Dongfang and rushed inside in panic.

...

The spacious and bright grand hall was majestic and imposing.

On both sides, two rows of tables and chairs lined up.

"Bang!"

A delicate jade teacup flew down from above and smashed onto the ground, shattering into pieces, and the scalding tea water rose in a white mist.

People lined both sides on chairs, all of them elders from the Golden Winged Roc Clan.

Silently in their minds, they said: This was already the third teacup.

The person who smashed the teacup sat upright on the first throne, with a tall physique, square face, thick brows, tiger eyes, and the golden robe on his body made him appear even more heroic.

Jin Qianqiu, the current Clan Leader of the Golden Winged Roc Clan, also the City Lord of Peng City.

Jin Qianqiu’s direct disciple, Jin Que, silently placed a fourth cup of tea onto the low table beside Jin Qianqiu.

Sure enough, with a bang, the fourth delicate jade teacup made intimate contact with the floor, shattering into pieces.

Jin Que did not pour a fifth cup; after all, it was his teacher’s favorite teacup, only one was left.

Anyone could see, after smashing his treasured teacups repeatedly, Jin Qianqiu was on the verge of madness.

In the center of the hall, two corpses lay on the cold floor.

Everyone’s gaze occasionally swept over them but quickly looked away, silently thinking to themselves: They’re indeed a bit tragic.

Covered in cuts and holes, turned into sieves, all the blood drained dry, really pitiful.

Several disciples knelt trembling on the floor, not daring to raise their heads.

These were the guards at the entrance.

Jin Qianqiu turned around to grab something but came up empty-handed; there was no teacup beside him.

He glanced at Jin Que, who felt as if several bloody holes had been pierced into him with a sharp blade, his blood turning frosty.

His teacher was truly outraged this time.

Silently, he brewed the fifth cup of tea, couldn’t let his teacher’s anger turn on him.

This time, Jin Qianqiu didn’t smash, picked up the teacup, regardless of the scalding tea water, he drank two large mouthfuls.

"What do you think?"

Like a tiger trying to suppress its anger, Jin Qianqiu lightly rubbed the teacup lid against the rim and asked calmly.

However, anyone could hear the storm contained in his tone.

"Exterminate the Feather Clan."

Seeing no one spoke, the Great Elder of the Golden Winged Roc Clan, Jin Mingyang, stroked his goatee, speaking with an undertone of blood and wind.

Jin Qianqiu silently raised his head to look at Jin Mingyang.

Jin Mingyang pondered for three seconds before saying, "Regardless of what they rely on, the Feather Clan must be destroyed. Otherwise, who will remember who calls the shots in Peng City?"

Beside him, with a hooked nose, toad mouth and single-minded face, the Second Elder Jin Changdong said sharply, "The Feather Clan people claim we killed their former Clan Leader?"

One of the guards kneeling on the floor nervously said, "That’s what Yun Lin from the Feather Clan said."

"They also said starting today, they’ll kill two of our people every day?"

"Yes..."

The guard answering was about to faint, cold sweat pouring as he felt the Second Elder’s gaze like a knife, freezing him all over.

Jin Changdong curled his lips, making his ugly face appear even more sinister, "The Feather Clan seems to have some backing, otherwise, they wouldn’t dare be so arrogant."

"However, even with backing, I still support the Great Elder, the Feather Clan must be exterminated; the Golden Winged Roc Clan’s prestige cannot be insulted."

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