NOVPUBShi Shaoshuo couldn’t understand Xu Zimei’s words.
But he didn’t ask further, simply saying, "Now that Young Master Xu has obtained the Supreme Hammer, are you planning to leave?"
"I have my plans," Xu Zimei waved his hand.
Shi Shaoshuo nodded and did not ask further.
......
At that moment, within the Feather Clan’s territory,
The high-ranking members of the Feather Clan were seated in the great hall, the atmosphere slightly tense.
"Let’s discuss," Yu Feihuang’s voice finally sounded after a long while.
His voice was tired and deep.
Because Yu Shaoqing was the youth he valued most, almost the successor of the next generation of their people.
Now that he had died just like that, it didn’t seem right no matter how one looked at it.
Silence fell among those below.
Eventually, an old man stood up, "I think we shouldn’t fight them one by one.
Just flatten them directly."
"The combat skill is fine, but the key is that sudden character who messed up everything," Yu Feihuang shook his head in response.
"Then who do we send now to fight?" asked the old man.
"Shaoqing was already one of the strongest combat forces in our clan, and one-on-one, no one is sure they can beat Shaoqing.
But now that he was killed so easily, who can be confident?"
"I agree with the second elder’s words; there’s no need for further battles.
We go straight to attack Stone Holy Mountain and kill Shi Shaoshuo."
Someone below continued.
"We’ve already successfully flipped Elder Shiyang to our side; his prestige can help.
Handling the Stone Race shouldn’t be difficult."
"Good, if there are no objections, then let’s strike hard at Stone Holy Mountain," Yu Feihuang looked around and declared.
Everyone nodded their heads.
"I’ll go invite the Clan Elders—aim for a swift and decisive victory, and try not to have any incidents," said Yu Feihuang.
Just as his words fell, the void in front of him suddenly fluctuated.
A figure stepped out from the void.
This figure was an old man.
Wearing a golden yellow robe, with long hair, also golden yellow.
In his eyes, faint dragon patterns twinkled.
His face was full of age.
"It turns out to be Elder Gu Zhiya," Yu Feihuang said with a light laugh upon seeing the visitor.
The old man was an elder from the Ancient Dragon Dynasty, a constant intermediary between their two forces.
"May I know what brings Elder Gu to our Feather Clan?"
"I heard that Yu Shaoqing was killed?" Gu Zhiya asked with a smile.
"Elder Gu, please speak straightforwardly, there’s no need to beat around the bush," one of the Feather Clan’s elders said faintly.
Mentioning this matter was undoubtedly rubbing salt into their wounds.
"Don’t get me wrong; I have no other intentions," Gu Zhiya said with a smile.
"But for this attack on the Stone Race, count the Ancient Dragon Dynasty in.
We have only one request—to take Xu Zimei’s head."
"You from the Ancient Dragon Dynasty have always been reluctant to show yourselves," Yu Feihuang frowned and asked.
Although there was an alliance between the Feather Clan and the Ancient Dragon Dynasty against the Stone Race,
The Ancient Dragon Dynasty mostly played a background role, never taking the forefront.
But this time, it was truly unusual to change that.
"I will not hide it from you; our attack on the Stone Race this time is specifically aimed at Xu Zimei," Gu Zhiya explained.
"A few days ago, we received news that our current Saint Heir was slain by Xu Zimei at Heavenly Dao Academy.
I hope this clarifies things for you all."
Yu Feihuang thought for a moment, then smiled, "Welcome, Ancient Dragon Dynasty, to our operation tonight."
…
Light was fleeting, and stars scattered across the sky like chess pieces on a board.
Da Zhi and Xu Zimei looked at each other and asked, "When are you leaving?"
"Soon," Xu Zimei smiled.
He sat in the pavilion inside the Stone Heart Pavilion, stretching slightly and leaning back in the stone chair.
Motionless, he quietly felt the Qingfeng breeze blowing towards him.
"Young Master Xu really is enjoying his leisure time," Lu Ze’s voice came from nearby.
But Xu Zimei didn’t pay him any attention.
Lu Ze’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing through them before it disappeared.
Xu Zimei was waiting, waiting for the Feather Clan to make their move.
No evidence was needed, just a subconscious answer that the Feather Clan wouldn’t let things go so easily.
In the next two days, they were certain to wage a major battle against the Stone Race.
The night gradually grew denser.
Xu Zimei still had no plans to return to his room; his whole being seemed to merge with the darkness.
He silently vanished into the night.
"Boom, boom, boom"—several thunderous explosion sounds suddenly erupted like thunderclaps, ringing beside the ears of all the Stone Race people.
Most of them were jolted awake.
"What happened?" someone asked in astonishment.
"It seems like someone is attacking the Stone Holy Mountain, everyone hurry and assemble."
Panic-stricken shouts followed. nσvel.cøm
Many people quickly gathered at the gate of the Stone Holy Mountain.
"They’re here," Xu Zimei, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened them and chuckled lightly.
Around the Stone Holy Mountain, tens of thousands of people crowded from all directions, enveloping it.
Numerous dark spots flew across the sky and rose sharply.
"Shi Shaoshuo, come out and die," a light shout rang out in the sky.
With attacks coming from every direction, the barrier on the surface of the Stone Holy Mountain was teetering on the brink of collapse and couldn’t hold out much longer.
"Die! Die! Die!"
The thunderous roars of countless Feather Clan members blended together, deafening and resounding through the heavens.
"Yu Feihuang, what are you trying to do?" Shi Shaoshuo, followed by a group and dressed in flowing white robes, had a flickering gaze.
"Today, I am here to attack your Stone Race; if you’re sensible, just bow down obediently.
You can avoid the disaster of extermination," Yu Feihuang snorted coldly.
"If you really want to resist desperately, then I can only kill on sight."
The "boom, boom, boom" continued.
The sound of a faint "crack" entered the ears; the surrounding barrier ultimately couldn’t hold up and completely shattered.
It was like a layer of glass.
"Brother Feihuang, we haven’t fought each other in a long time," Shi Shaoshuo shouted lightly.
"Today, this old man should also move a bit."
"Alright, as you wish," Yu Feihuang responded from afar, his voice light.
Shi Shaoshuo turned around, looked at the clansmen behind him, and said with a somewhat hoarse voice, "Today marks a critical moment of life and death for our race.
Do you all wish to stand with me against the enemy?"
"Yes," from the Stone Race’s side, the clansmen also shouted simultaneously.
Their voices surged, spreading throughout the entire mountain peak.
The Feather Clan and the Stone Race, like two different torrents, clashed violently together.
The Feather Clan was besieging, while the Stone Race desperately tried to break a gap in the encirclement.
The two torrents mixed together, and a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.
Yu Feihuang stood alone with Shi Shaoshuo. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
The seven Core Elders of the Feather Clan arrived simultaneously, several pairs of eyes meeting in midair.
"According to our earlier strategy, first use the human sea tactic to kill that young lad.
He poses the greatest threat."
