Dan Ying remained silent, merely glancing at the younger generation of the Feather Serpent Clan, clearly moved by what he saw.
The Feather Serpent Clan had not sent many people to Little Cold Mountain Temple to contend for the Peacock King Sutra's legacy this time—only around ten. Yet every one of those ten stood at the pinnacle of the Innate realm, with solid foundations and vigorous auras, far beyond ordinary Innate martial artists.
Among the several dozen young people of their Feather Clan, only seven or eight possessed foundations and cultivation equal to those ten—and that was already being generous.
Among those ten, one young Feather Serpent Clan member stood out in particular.
He stood out in a way that was visible to the naked eye, utterly different from the others.
This young Feather Serpent Clan member looked to be only around twenty. He was handsome, his features deeply sculpted as though carved by knife and axe.
His pair of serpentine pupils glimmered with pale gold, while the wings behind him also carried a faint brilliant golden hue, making him somewhat similar to a Golden Clan Member.
Most crucially, his lower body was a golden serpent tail more than twice as thick as that of an ordinary Feather Serpent Clan member. It gleamed brightly, yet also carried a unique sense of strength and solidity.
Of the ten Feather Serpent Clan members, this man left the deepest impression on Dan Ying. His cultivation was naturally among the finest, but his foundation, divine abilities, and bloodline were likely terrifying as well.
The reason Yu Feilong, this spoiled second-generation heir who relied on his elder sister and brother-in-law, dared to challenge Dan Ying, draw his sword, and even wager a treasure as precious to both clans as the Heavenly Roc Feather was clearly