"Hahaha..."
In front of the Imperial Palace gates, Li Feitian laughed triumphantly, looking at Zhang Yu with disdain.
In the distance, Li Shan's tense nerves also quietly relaxed a little.
Although the suppression of the Formation power on his body made it difficult for him to move, he saw that Zhang Yu seemed to hesitate, so he felt that his threat had worked.
While desperately resisting the Formation, he said disdainfully:
"Kid, you're smart to know what's good for you."
Everyone in the Wei Kingdom, from Emperor Xiao Zhengfeng to ordinary guards, felt their hearts sink to the bottom.
They couldn't hear the conversation inside the Heavenly Prison; they only saw Zhang Yu's phantom seem to pause because of the name of the Feathered Ancestor.
However, just as Li Feitian's maniacal laughter and Li Shan's threats were still echoing, and just as despair was spreading among the people of the Wei Kingdom—
"Oh."
A cold laugh broke the deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, the previously still, illusory image of Zhang Yu suddenly moved.
His fingers, which were gripping Li Feitian's neck, began to slowly tighten.
It was slow, steady, with an undeniable, icy force.
"Well..."
Li Feitian's breath was further choked, and he stared wide-eyed at Zhang Yu in disbelief.
How dare he?
Didn't he hear me?
The Feathered Ancestor! It's the Feathered Ancestor!
"Click... clunk..."
A sound like a withered branch being slowly broken came from Li Feitian's neck.
That wasn't an instantaneous break, but the sound of bones gradually deforming and shattering under immense pressure.
The purplish-red color on Li Feitian's face deepened rapidly, and his eyes began to bulge outward uncontrollably, becoming bloodshot.
He finally confirmed it.
This person, this guy who's manipulating the strange Formation, really wants to kill him.
It's not a threat, it's not intimidation.
Instead, they were going to actually snap his neck right here, in front of everyone.
No... don't...
The overwhelming fear was like ice water poured over his head, instantly shattering his last shred of arrogance.
The title of the Feathered Ancestor has lost its validity.
The threat from the Crimson Blood Sect is no longer effective.
This person doesn't care at all.
He messed with a complete madman.
A desperate outlaw who remained unmoved even by the threat of the Feathered Realm.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
The shadow of death had never loomed over him so clearly, so coldly.
"Spare... spare my life..."
Li Feitian struggled, using his last bit of strength to squeeze out words of pleading from his almost completely blocked throat.
His eyes were filled with fear:
"I was wrong...
I'm willing to pay any price...
Please, I beg you...
He regretted it. He regretted coming to the Wei Kingdom to show off his heroism in front of Hu Qingxuan, and he regretted being arrogant and recklessly killing people along the way.
He regretted even more that he shouldn't have pressured the Xiao Family so much in front of the Imperial Palace gates.
How could he have imagined that such an unpredictable and ruthless Calamity Star was hidden in this remote border country where Martial Dao were scarce?
However, Zhang Yu's eyes remained completely unmoved.
The force in his hand did not lessen in the slightest; on the contrary, it tightened slowly and firmly.
The cracking sound of the neck bones breaking grew clearer and clearer, more and more painful to watch.
Li Feitian's consciousness began to blur, and his vision went black intermittently.
Endless regret overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, but it was all too late.
He seemed to see the Old Ancestor's furious face and the Crimson Blood Sect's overwhelming rage, but all of that was irrelevant to him now.
Darkness surged in like a tide, quickly swallowing his last glimmer of light.
Finally.
After a sharp "crack" that made everyone's hearts stop, Li Feitian's head tilted limply to one side, his pupils completely dilated, and all signs of life ceased.
Li Feitian, the Young Master of the Crimson Blood Sect and a direct descendant of the Feathered Ancestor, had his neck snapped in public by Zhang Yu in the most direct and ruthless way.
He died on the spot!
How dare you?
Just as Li Feitian to die, Li Shan, who was being suppressed by the Formation in the distance, suddenly let out a mournful roar like a dying beast.
He watched helplessly as his Young Master was brutally murdered right before his eyes; the sense of powerlessness and overwhelming rage instantly overwhelmed his reason!
"Boom--!"
An aura far exceeding that before suddenly erupted from Li Shan's body.
Driven by extreme anger and stimulation, he unexpectedly unleashed unprecedented potential in a desperate situation, temporarily breaking through part of the seal of the Formation chains.
His crimson True Essence erupted like a volcano, the violent energy causing the golden chains on his body to flicker unpredictably.
His hair was disheveled, he looked like a madman, staring intently at Zhang Yu's illusory figure, his voice trembling and distorted with extreme anger and disbelief:
How dare you?
How dare you kill him?
My Young Master... my Young Master is the most beloved direct descendant of the Old Ancestor, and the future hope of the Crimson Blood Sect.
You... you madman, you ignorant ant.
The wrath of the Feathered Ancestor will burn you, the Wei Kingdom, and everything here to ashes.
Their Divine Soul will be annihilated, and they will never be reborn.
He couldn't believe that someone could be so insane as to dare to kill even the direct descendants of the Feathered Realm Old Ancestor without any scruples.
This is no longer a provocation; it is a declaration of war against the Crimson Blood Sect and against that Supreme being.
Everyone in the Xiao Family, including Emperor Xiao Zhengfeng, the seriously injured Xiao Elder Xuan, Xiao Fenghua, and all the guards and retainers who could still stand, were completely dumbfounded.
Killed?
Did you really kill him?
Zhang Yu... he actually killed the Young Master of the Crimson Blood Sect, the direct descendant of the Feathered Ancestor, in front of Li Shan in such a ruthless manner?
Shock, horror, disbelief, and... boundless fear, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around everyone's heart.
Xiao Zhengfeng swayed, almost losing his balance.
He anticipated that Zhang Yu might be tough, perhaps even able to repel or capture the opponent, but he never expected Zhang Yu to be so ruthless and decisive, going straight for the kill.
This means that they have formed an irreconcilable blood feud with the Crimson Blood Sect and the legendary Feathered Ancestor.
Does the Wei Kingdom... really have a way out?
Elder Xuan also felt a mouthful of blood rise to his throat, and his injuries seemed to have worsened.
He looked at Li Feitian's twisted corpse on the ground, then at the indifferent phantom in the air, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Does it make you feel better?
That really felt good!
This madman came to our door, severely injured us, and humiliated the Imperial Family; he deserved to die.
But... what will the consequences be?
What can the Wei Kingdom do to withstand the retribution of the Feathered Ancestor?
Zhang Yu... can he stop him?
Xiao Fenghua, however, had the most complicated feelings at this moment.
She watched Zhang Yu's ethereal yet towering figure, watching him use such domineering and ruthless methods to kill the enemy who had pressured her father and humiliated her Lineage on the spot...
An unprecedented, intense emotion, so powerful it made her soul tremble, instantly overwhelmed her.
Her entanglement with Zhang Yu may have started with self-interest, helplessness, and the mistake of that one night.
It may contain elements of dependence on the strong, calculations for the future, or even a trace of inexplicable goodwill.
But at this moment, all calculations, interests, and considerations were shattered by the bloody and shocking scene before them.
She believed that Zhang Yu was willing to completely break with the Crimson Blood Sect and act so recklessly for her sake and to avenge her father, Prince Jing.
A surge of emotion, like a warm current, instantly filled her heart, dispelling her previous despair and fear.
An indescribable sense of security and belonging, along with boundless admiration for Zhang Yu's domineering figure, took root firmly in her heart.
For me, he could disregard the threat of the Feathered Realm and even confront the entire Crimson Blood Sect...
Xiao Fenghua stared intently at the illusory figure, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears.
Those previous ambitions have long since vanished.
Instead, there was wholehearted and unreserved surrender and admiration.
At this moment, her body and soul were completely and willingly bound to Zhang Yu.
However, after the initial surge of catharsis and emotion, the cold reality and fear, like maggots clinging to the bone, clung to him once more.