Feng Xingkui, Do You Plead Guilty?!

As the mighty punitive army steadily drew closer, Feng Xingkui, who had retreated beneath the Feather God Heavenly Ladder with his subordinates, grew increasingly grim, killing intent churning relentlessly within him.

He hated himself for underestimating the vengeful hearts of those lowly, weak Spirit Beasts and failing to kill them sooner. He hated the Heaven-Reaching Ape Tribe even more for meddling in affairs that did not concern them!

"Damn Heaven-Reaching Ape Tribe, you actually came to meddle in my business! Lu Hou, is it? I'll remember this debt! Once this matter is settled, I'll join forces with the Phoenix Tribe, Kunpeng Tribe, and Nine-Colored Peacock Tribe to wipe you all out!"

Beside Feng Xingkui, the three Heavenly Crane Tribe prodigies looked pale and hesitated to speak. Other than the Phoenix Tribe, it seemed he had harmed every one of those factions' subordinate races.

Now, they could only hope that Zong Qingfeng of the Kunpeng Tribe would receive their message and hurry over with reinforcements. No matter how bold Lu Hou was, he could not possibly dare slaughter all the experts of two Divine Beast Races.

Suddenly, a crimson streak of light plummeted rapidly toward them. The figure within swayed unsteadily through the air, spraying blood wildly, and the sight made all four of them pale.

Feng Xingkui condensed a wall of spiritual energy to catch him, then impatiently rushed forward, seized him by the collar, and demanded harshly, "Feng Hui, didn't I send you to find Zong Qingfeng and the others? What happened?! Have Zong Qingfeng and the others already been captured?! How did even you end up so badly injured?!"

Feng Hui was the strongest expert in the Heavenly Crane Tribe's group aside from Feng Xingkui himself, far stronger than the captains of ordinary Spirit Beast races. Yet now, blood streamed from all seven of his orifices, and no one knew how many bones throughout his body had been broken!

Could the Heaven-Reaching Ape Tribe truly dare defy the world this time?! Were Lu Hou and the others not afraid of provoking the Phoenix Tribe and Nine-Colored Peacock Tribe into joining forces against them?!

Feng Hui barely mustered the strength to speak, his voice weak and broken like a mosquito's buzz. "B-Boss, this is bad! They've rebelled! All of them have rebelled!"

"What did you say?! Explain yourself!"

Unable to understand, Feng Xingkui's eyes turned bloodshot as he kept shaking Feng Hui's battered body.

One of his companions could not bear to watch any longer and stepped forward to feed Feng Hui an Elixir, allowing him to slowly recover.

Looking somewhat better, Feng Hui wore a face full of grief and indignation, nearly bursting into tears as he sobbed, "Boss! When I went to the Kunpeng Tribe's camp, I happened to see Zong Qingfeng leading the Sky Peng Tribe into the air and flying this way. At first, I thought they had come to reinforce us, so I excitedly went up to greet them. But who would have thought... who would have thought that Zong Qingfeng, despite his great reputation, had already surrendered to the Heaven-Reaching Ape Tribe just to save his own life! He even sent the Sky Peng Tribe members to slash me several times while I was off guard! In the end, Zong Qingfeng struck me hard with his palm and declared that he would make us... make us..."

"Speak! I want to hear exactly what Zong Qingfeng said!"

Feng Xingkui's face darkened like stormy water, and the hand gripping Feng Hui's collar tightened until blood nearly seeped out.

"I said I'd make every last one of you wash your necks clean and wait for me to claim them! I, Zong, will use your heads to question your elders whether they know how to teach their juniors some manners!"

A resounding, forceful roar of a divine peng rang out. Amid a terrifying hurricane that howled with flying sand and tumbling stones, one imposing figure after another appeared in the air, pressing down upon Feng Xingkui and the others below.

Zong Qingfeng stepped forward, his spirits high and his voice booming like a bell. "I knew long ago that you, Feng Xingkui, were a degenerate, but I never knew you could be such a scoundrel that so many Spirit Beasts would rather invite outsiders to kill you! Since that is the case, I'll kill you first today! That way, our Flying Bird Tribe will not be too ashamed to hold our heads high before the Beast Tribe!"

"Hmph! Zong Qingfeng, you think too highly of yourself! You are not capable of killing me, Feng Xingkui!"

Feng Xingkui gave a cold shout and swept his sleeve, unleashing a powerful spiritual pressure that stood evenly against Zong Qingfeng's.

Though his evil deeds had reached a point where heaven and earth alike condemned him, his talent and cultivation were entirely real. Zong Qingfeng's strength was only roughly on par with his own. What right did he have to claim he could kill him?!

At that moment, the punitive army, which had gathered nearly every Spirit Beast in Heavenly Feather Divine City, charged toward the weathered nine-tiered Feather God Heavenly Ladder from another direction. Like raging waves, they surged forward with endless force.

The Nine Nether Sparrow, Blazing Crane, and countless other birds cried to the heavens, forming a terrifying momentum that rolled onward as though it could crush all who dared resist. Both sides locked in confrontation were shaken with fear.

Those who had always stood high above others had never imagined that the inconspicuous Spirit Beasts of their daily lives could unleash such a formidable power once gathered together.

"What is going on? I thought I had seen wrong earlier, but that person standing atop the Nine Nether Sparrow and leading them really is human?! The Heaven-Reaching Ape Tribe and these Spirit Beasts are all so proud. How could they possibly obey the orders of a human?!"

Zong Qingfeng gathered his courage, swallowed hard, suppressed the countless questions in his heart, and stepped forward. He cupped his fists from afar toward the man in green robes who seemed to rule the world like a supreme sovereign, then called out loudly, "Friend, today's matter is an internal affair of our Flying Bird Tribe. Could you give the Kunpeng Tribe some face and allow us to deal with this beast first? I only want his head. You may dispose of everything else as you please. How about it?!"

Give the Kunpeng Tribe some face? Why did that sound so damn familiar?

Zong Teng, who stood nearby, wore an odd expression.

Seeing Ye Kong still directing the army onward, Zong Qingfeng gritted his teeth and was about to say more when the man's calm voice drifted over. "He deserves death for his crimes, but one thing he said was true. You cannot kill him. They outnumber you."

Zong Qingfeng froze, then instinctively began counting heads. The Kunpeng Tribe had five people. The Sky Peng Tribe, the only subordinate race still following him, had four. That made nine in total. No more.

As for the Heavenly Crane Tribe's camp below, there were over twenty people, nearly three times their number.

Looking at it that way, if they really fought... he might barely defeat Feng Xingkui by half a move or so, but his remaining eight brothers would probably have to face a deadly three-on-one brawl.

Wait! Why were all my brothers missing? You, the one commanding this army, must know very well, right?

Zong Qingfeng stared at Ye Kong's aloof figure, furious enough to want to say something, yet unable to find any confidence.

After all this commotion, the Kunpeng Tribe had somehow become the weakest force. Even that bastard Feng Xingkui had more people than him!

How the hell had the Kunpeng Tribe, the fastest race among the Beast Tribe, ended up in such a miserable state?

At this moment, Zong Teng stepped up and tugged on Zong Qingfeng's sleeve, whispering in a voice low enough for all nine present to hear, "Big Brother, why don't we wait until they're done fighting, then go kick them a couple times?"

"By the time they're done, Feng Xingkui probably won't even have a hair left!"

Zong Qingfeng rubbed his forehead with a bitter smile, then suddenly turned and flew toward the punitive army. With his back to the eight stunned people behind him, he said from afar, "Since we're already here, we can't just stand around watching. Get ready to join them."

Ye Kong glanced in mild surprise at Zong Qingfeng, who had consciously joined their ranks and even stood level with the Four Great Vajras. Then he raised his right hand, signaling the army to halt. The beasts pressed their overwhelming, invincible tide of spiritual energy toward Feng Xingkui and the others beneath the Heavenly Ladder.

Under that heaven-like pressure, no one from the Heavenly Crane Tribe apart from Feng Xingkui could remain standing. The twenty experts from their subordinate races had already collapsed in disarray upon the ground, utterly unable to summon even the slightest will to fight.

"Today, we have gathered to eliminate you scum of the Beast Tribe. Feng Xingkui, do you plead guilty?!"

At that moment, Ye Kong's black hair streamed like a waterfall, his gaze glittering like shooting stars. Standing sideways, his left hand rested upon the Golden Sword behind him while two fingers of his right hand pointed toward the people beneath the nine-tiered Feather God Heavenly Ladder. Peerlessly heroic, his voice soared through the nine heavens!