Consecrations, heed my command: slit your throats and ascend to heaven!

None of the six Consecrations had a mild temper. Back when the incident with Qian Xunji happened, the old men had been so furious that they had nearly all mobilized to wipe out the Clear Sky Sect.

But because of Qian Daoliu's gentlemanly principles, they had been forced to watch those rats hole up in the remote mountains and forests.

Light Feather Douluo had been nursing that anger for ages. This time, he was determined to lead the charge against the Clear Sky Sect!

Just then, a man with a pair of golden eagle wings slowly flew over, holding a Soul Bone in his hands. "Reporting to the Fifth Worship, Elder Ju, and the Young Master: this is the Soul Bone from the traitor Tang Hao's severed arm."

"A fifty thousand year Soul Bone?" Light Feather Douluo narrowed his eyes as he toyed with the Clear Sky Sect's heirloom Soul Bone. "The Clear Sky Sect... You certainly have plenty of good stuff. Just you rats wait... Within a month, our Spirit Hall will raze your Clear Sky Sect!"

"You all right, martial niece?" Bai Ranmo strolled over without a scratch on him, craning his neck to peer curiously at Qian Renxue.

"No respect for your elders..." Qian Renxue teased with a smile, but she did not push his head away. "Well, I'll make an exception this once. Thank you, martial uncle!"

"Oh? Going for the tsundere act now, martial niece?" Bai Ranmo bobbed his head, then adopted an unconcerned expression once he was sure Qian Renxue was all right. "Come on, let's go. Back to Spirit Hall. After the stunt those Clear Sky Sect rats pulled, we really need the Old Man to teach them a lesson!"

"Mm." Qian Renxue could not let go of her anger either.