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More terrified than them were those lineages that had originally intended to cling to a powerful thigh, only to bite the Daoyuan Sect back after the Reincarnation Immortal King and Ao Kun fell.

They were utterly terrified. The Daoyuan Sect would absolutely not let this chance to retaliate against them pass.

And that was the Martial King, the infamous scourge of the Immortal Realm. The Daoyuan Sect might not even need to say anything before he came knocking on their doors one by one to pay them a proper visit!

"Didn't those great figures say that the Martial King had suffered a fatal blow and wouldn't recover for hundreds of thousands of years?"

The leaders of several great factions were on the verge of tears. They felt catastrophe looming over their heads; their sects' treasures were definitely not safe!

"Besides, the Martial King looks to be in an awful mood. Clearly, this severe injury has left him extremely displeased. We happened to run straight into the muzzle of his gun. We're finished," someone said, seeing that the Martial Virtue Hall Master was in an exceedingly terrible mood, brimming with resentment.

The Peng King in his hands was now the outlet for that frustration. His feathers were practically about to be plucked clean.

"Martial King, Martial King, I am willing to submit! Stop plucking! I am willing to submit!" the Peng King begged, his face filled with terror.

At this moment, he had reverted to his true form. His enormous body blotted out the sky and covered the sun, while his golden wings gleamed with dazzling, razor-sharp brilliance.

The Martial King was madly plucking his feathers. Golden feathers danced through the sky; every single one was a great killing weapon, a trump card for ordinary cultivators who obtained one.

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