Phoenix Nirvana, Reborn in Flames!
Mu Zhuo's words made Feng Jue and the others look even grimmer. Enraged, Feng Jue tried to throw off Fang Qi, who was holding him back, but he couldn't break free from his fellow disciple, whose cultivation and strength both surpassed his.
"Let go of me!" he roared. "Even if I die today, I'll tear that Devil Race beast limb from limb!"
Fang Qi's gaze darkened, but he said nothing. He struck Feng Jue at the back of the neck with the edge of his palm. Completely unprepared, Feng Jue fainted on the spot.
The remaining members of the Feng Clan stared at him, bewildered and unsure why he had done that.
Fang Qi drew a deep breath, suppressing the complicated emotions inside him. He had no intention of explaining. He knew only that, in Feng Jue's current state, if he impulsively used the secret art too, the Feng Clan would suffer even greater losses.
With their senior brother and senior sister both absent, he had to shoulder responsibility for his junior disciples and their actions without hesitation. It was a duty he ought to take on without needing to be told.
Mu Zhuo looked at the people Fang Qi had restrained, at the fury and helplessness written across their faces, and felt a satisfaction beyond words.
Unable to resist, he taunted them with even more cutting words. "The Feng Clan are a bunch of cowards, huh? Your senior brother's dead, and you can still swallow your anger? You might as well stop calling yourselves the Feng Clan and call yourselves the Tortoise Clan instead. When it matters, all you do is tuck your heads into your shells!"
Xi Jing had been listening to these vile insults and could barely stop himself from going over