The young man of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe's pupils contracted, and a wave of despair rose within him. He had never imagined that Dan Qing of the Feather Clan would become this man's accomplice in plotting against him. Still less had he imagined that one day, he too would die so silently.
He had lofty ambitions. He wanted to cultivate peerless divine arts, unite the Sky Wolf Clan, lead his people in competing for supremacy across the Arctic Ice Plains, and bring his tribe into the ranks of the top ten. In the future, he had even dreamed of unifying the Hundred Clans Alliance, leading an army south, smashing through Heavenbreaker Pass, driving straight ahead, and returning to the ancestral homeland his people had spoken of generation after generation.
Yet now, all those ambitions and aspirations had turned into bubbles. The only thing he could do was let out an unwilling roar before death.
There was no longer any trace of luck in his heart. He could think of no way to escape, nor was he willing to be used by Dragon Tree Monk in such a manner.
The young man of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe roared. His aura surged wildly as streaks of Azure Divine Light rippled across the surface of his skin like water. His muscles trembled, his Qi and Blood Power boiled, and he was about to self-destruct. Even if he died, he wanted to leave his mark on Dragon Tree Monk.
Alas, alas. His strength had stopped at the Innate Realm. He was simply too weak—at least, far too weak before the Peacock Dharma Form.
The Peacock Dharma Form merely gave the tail feathers behind it a light shake, releasing a Five-Colored Divine Light that swept over the young man of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe.
This