Lin Langtian's steps were neither hurried nor slow, and the sound of his feet upon the ancient stone stairs was especially clear amid the silence.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him. This Human Race cultivator, merely at the peak of Sixth Grade Supreme, actually dared to openly challenge a heavenly pride of the Kunpeng Clan?
On the stone platform, the four leaders from the Phoenix Clan, Nine-Colored Peacock Clan, Heaven-Piercing Ape Clan, and Sky God Crane Clan all showed a trace of surprise in their eyes.
They knew that Lin Langtian possessed an extraordinary puppet. In terms of defense, likely no one present could break through that puppet's protection.
But that battle puppet had long been badly damaged, and it must have exerted itself greatly during the capture of the Eighth Grade Beast Spirit. Could Lin Langtian truly expect a puppet on the verge of being scrapped to defeat Kun Feather?
As for Lin Langtian personally taking action against Kun Feather, they had never even considered it.
After all, everyone knew that the gap between the sixth and eighth grades was not something ordinary methods could bridge.
Kun Feather stood high above the plaza, looking down at Lin Langtian as he slowly ascended. The curve of his lips gradually turned cold and cruel.
"I thought you would take the chance to run away." Kun Feather's voice was quiet, yet it carried bone-piercing chill. "I never expected you to come to me on your own. Fine. It saves me the trouble of looking for you later."
Lin Langtian finally stepped onto the last stone stair and stood at the edge of the plaza, a hundred zhang away from Kun Feather.
He raised his eyes and calmly looked at his opponent. "Sorry, but I want the Ancient Myriad Spirit Bird's Inheritance Blood