"Ah... Lin Fan, daring to do this to me means making an enemy of the Immortal Palace to the death! Even the Heaven Mending Sect won't be able to protect you!"
The young lord of the Immortal Palace roared, his eyes red and bloodshot, yet his face was pale with weakness, and his entire body trembled.
He had visibly wasted away, too. Sprawled on the ground, he did not even have the strength to stand.
"Hmm, you still have the strength to shout? Looks like this isn't intense enough!" Lin Fan watched him with interest, a crafty gleam in his eyes.
The next moment, he scattered a heap of precious medicinal powder over Peacock, Luan Bird, and the other female divine birds. Pink mist immediately filled the air.
Stimulated by the powder, the divine birds grew unbearably hot, as though a fire had been lit inside them that desperately needed an outlet.
Naturally, they set their sights on Nine-Headed Bird, a fellow avian. Beating their wings, they rushed at him.
"You..."
The Immortal Palace Successor was terrified. He struggled to crawl away, but with all his power sealed, how could he possibly outrun several divine birds?
"No... I don't want this... You lowly, filthy creatures... Don't touch..."
In an instant, a fierce battle began. The sight was too ghastly to bear.
In the end, afraid that they would drain him dry, Lin Fan forcibly pulled the now-unconscious Di Chong away.
Dong...
Suddenly, a bell chime rang through the area. Sound waves spread like ripples, and time seemed to freeze.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Just what I'd expect from you, little Fan. You've truly inherited this immortal's teachings. Such creative games..."
A woman in snowy robes materialized in the void, her bearing peerless. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her ethereal grace almost dreamlike.