Deep within the Secret Realm, atop Purple Cliff, Lin Fan and Yue Chan laughed endlessly after watching the entire spectacle of Golden Cicada being hunted down.
They had already lost count of how many times they had framed him.
Over the past few days, the two had set up fake blood pools and inheritance grounds throughout the Small World, leaving everyone on edge and filling the air with curses.
"Junior brother, I think you're going to torment Golden Cicada to death." Yue Chan covered her mouth and giggled, rocking back and forth like an immortal blossom swaying in the breeze.
"This is only the beginning. I've wanted those Heavenly Cicada wings of his for ages."
Lin Fan quietly watched from nearby, ready to deliver a fatal strike at the crucial moment. Unlike the other First Generations, he cared nothing for martial honor or pride.
None of that existed in his eyes. Only a ruthless hand and a black heart could take one far. The Ye Family had demonstrated that principle well enough.
"Golden Cicada, you shameless bastard! You actually used such vile, underhanded methods to steal our opportunities!" a Heavenly Talent of the Thunder Tribe shouted indignantly.
Clearly, he was another victim. As his tribe's Young Supreme, he was proud to his core and could least endure such humiliation.
Moreover, his tribe descended from an Ancient Times thunder god and humans. Purple lightning wings grew from their backs, and they possessed a natural affinity for lightning and could command it from birth, making them immensely powerful.
"Ah... you little thief who impersonated me! I will kill you!"
Golden Cicada roared like a mad demon. His golden face was twisted and terrifying, utterly bereft of its usual solemn, sacred air.
It was not that he feared these people. He had simply