My Name Is Jiang Yun, and I Come from the Big Dipper

Golden feathers fluttered across the sky. The stench of blood filled the air, staining the Sun God Temple's Small World deep crimson.

No one spoke. The sight had shaken them all. Even the terrifying sacred vision formed by thousands of Golden Crows, an avatar of their Great Saint ancestor, had fallen to Jiang Yun. It had all come to nothing.

Jiang Yun and his companions had faced every top expert of the Golden Crow Clan on Holy Emperor Mountain, from Great Abilities and elders to future successors. All had fallen before them.

It was as though a catastrophe had swallowed heaven and earth. Drenched in blood, Jiang Yun had become a fearless killer who swept aside everything in his path. Every top Ziwei expert who witnessed it trembled.

They might believe their own factions were scarcely weaker than the Golden Crow Clan, but Jiang Yun's overwhelming strength still chilled them. And he was so young. There was no telling how far he might go.

By then, Jiang Shuanglan and the others' battles were also drawing to a close. Only the Golden Crow First Prince and Sixth Prince Lu Ya still struggled on, already arrows at the end of their flight.

The last two Golden Crow princes fought like cornered beasts, making their final struggle.

"They're all dead! All dead! I'll burn my life force! You wretch, I'll drag you into the grave with me!"

Jiang Yun still blocked the Divine Hall's entrance. The Golden Crow First Prince, eyes bloodshot, roared in grief. Extreme terror had left his voice hoarse, and he charged Zixia like a madman.

The Golden Crow Divine Flame around him had turned scarlet. It burned not only his divine power but his lifespan, potential, and vital essence. With no hope of escape, he meant to perish with