The Fall of the Hidden Vermilion Bird Family!

Jun Tianlin calmly watched the scene before him. The flames shooting into the sky soon vanished as well. The twelve people around them looked as though they had been scorched, their skin glowing fiery red. The clan chief, Ling Wuxu, and the First Elder, Ling Benmu, standing in the center, had also revealed their true forms. Their skin color had not changed, but flames seemed to flicker within their eyes, and faint phoenix marks on their foreheads revealed the origin of their cultivation art.

"You've got quite the setup going here, but old man, haven't you heard a saying?" Jun Tianlin shouted.

"Hmph, what saying? Today, I'll make sure you never return!" Clan Chief Ling Wuxu refused to be outdone, shouting with all the fury of a street quarrel.

"Playing with fire gets you wetting the bed! Hahahahaha!" Jun Tianlin laughed loudly.

Ling Wuxu's brows furrowed completely. Though he did not quite understand what it meant, it was definitely not anything good!

Ling Wuxu roared, "Roar! You insolent brat, hand over your life!" As he spoke, he was about to charge forward. Meanwhile, the First Elder at his side was clearly startled by that roar. You old fool, why is your temper so explosive? You nearly scared me to death.

"Well, well, well. This old fossil has quite the temper, huh? Aren't you worried you'll die young?" Jun Tianlin mocked.

"Roar! Jun Tianlin, I will kill you today!" Every strand of Ling Wuxu's hair stood on end. It was not the effect of any cultivation technique—he had been angered into it. Of his three sons, his eldest had suffered grievous injuries, while the other two were already dead, all at the hands of the man before him! And now this man still dared to mock him so openly! How could