The Ancient Domain Platform seemed calm, but beneath the surface, countless schemes were unfolding.
After Lin Ming and his companions stepped onto the stone platform, most factions took a wait-and-see approach. The looks cast their way by the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, however, were like poisoned icicles, cold enough to freeze the air.
Jiu Feng, the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan's Young Clan Leader who had once fought Lin Ming, stood at the front of his clan's group.
He wore a robe of seven-colored feathers and a Phoenix Crown. His face was as handsome as ever, but fury burned in his brilliant phoenix eyes, threatening to erupt.
Beside him, Golden Phoenix and more than a dozen other Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan experts looked no friendlier. Faint Seven-Colored Flames swirled around them, scorching the surrounding space until it warped.
"That brat actually dared to come..." Golden Phoenix muttered beside Jiu Feng. "Jiu Feng, should we—"
Jiu Feng drew a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Once we're deeper in the ancient region and the Restriction weakens, we'll have plenty of chances to deal with them. When the time comes..."
A cold gleam flashed in his eyes. "I'll tear out his tendons and strip the flesh from his bones myself. He'll learn what it means to offend the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan."
The Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan made no attempt to hide their hostility, but Lin Ming could not be bothered to glance at them.
He stood at the edge of the stone platform with his hands behind his back, calmly surveying the Ancient Domain Platform, as though those murderous looks were no more than a breeze against his face.
In his eyes, these so-called Ancient Races were no different from ordinary birds and beasts—just a little more brightly feathered. If