Mo Yin had yet to recover from the shock of seeing the Qilin Mechanism Beast subdued when the ground vanished beneath his feet. Xu Changqing's talons had seized his shoulder, and five-colored radiance transformed into a streak of light that shot outward at blinding speed.
Everything within and outside the secret chamber—whether scattered bone-jade fragments or several unidentified ores—was swept away in passing.
The secret chamber's ceiling shattered open. Wrapped in five-colored radiance, a figure burst skyward through the crumbling stone walls and landed steadily on the only remaining hillside at the outskirts of the ancestral grounds.
When the Mo Clan disciples who had escaped by sheer luck saw that Five-Colored Peacock tear out of the core region, every gaze immediately converged upon it.
When they saw clearly that what the peacock held in its talons was neither the Mo Clan's old ancestor nor some clan-saving treasure, but Mo Yin, a worthless nobody from the very fringes of the Mo Clan, the crowd exploded like a lake struck by a boulder.
"Lord Demon Emperor, where is our old ancestor?"
"Where is our clan's Grand Elder?"
"You were gone for so long—did you only save a piece of trash?"
"Why didn't you save the old ancestor?"
"How could you stand by and watch the Mo Clan's ten-thousand-year foundation be destroyed in a single day?!"
At this moment, half the Mo Clan had gone red-eyed.
Some of them even pointed at Mo Yin and cursed him viciously.
After the Mo Clan had submitted to the Demon Realm, they naturally believed that Demon God Kong Fang would protect them. Now that disaster had struck, Kong Fang's descendant should naturally be the one to clean up the mess.
The other faction, led by several elderly branch elders, included an old formation master who grabbed