Wang Yan froze for a moment. He had not expected Song Junhou to hesitate and still make a move.
But he revealed a faint smile, looking completely unconcerned.
A clansman had already darted out from behind him.
The Peacock Feathers spread across his back blazed with light.
Strange multicolored radiance devoured the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air.
He struck out with his right hand, five-colored light gleaming in his palm.
It surged toward Song Junhou.
Bang! The two attacks collided, and Song Junhou was blasted away.
After Song Junhou made his move, several other students in the group also attacked.
But Wang Yan's four guards were simply too powerful. In the blink of an eye, they swept them down the hillside.
Within a few breaths, only Wang Yan and the other four Peacock Demon Clan members remained on the slope.
Along with Beauty Young Master and Long Yuan, who had yet to make a move.
Long Yuan glanced down the slope and frowned.
Song Junhou and the other students were not injured. They had already chosen to flee.
There was definitely something suspicious going on.
Either they had colluded beforehand, or they had just reached an agreement.
Seeing how quickly they ran, they had most likely just reached some sort of deal.
"My dear little sister, now we can have a proper talk."
Wang Yan curled his lips upward as his four guards slowly advanced, encircling Long Yuan and Beauty Young Master.
"You... why haven't you left yet?"
Only then did Wang Yan notice that there was actually someone else beside Beauty Young Master.
And he was human.
What was even more infuriating was that he was holding his sister's hand.
"I have nothing to say to you, and I'm not your sister.
Long Yuan was