Boom boom boom boom!
Seven wind dragons slammed into the grand array, utterly destroying it almost in an instant. Many Blood Winged Tribe experts were struck by the terrifying shockwaves and sent flying backward one after another.
"It's the Divine Wind Valley's divine son! Their divine son actually made a move!"
Many Blood Winged Tribe experts looked toward Feng Qijue, terror written across their faces.
Feng Qijue's reputation was simply too resounding. Even the Blood Winged Tribe had long heard of him as though thunder in their ears. Especially before Feng Qijue had become a divine son, he had already slaughtered many of their tribe's geniuses.
"Damn it, it seems they've already discovered Purple Stream Mountain's secret!"
"Stall them! No matter what, we have to hold out until Lord Jiang Yi returns. Only he may be able to suppress Feng Qijue!"
Many Blood Winged Tribe experts wore crazed expressions. Gritting their teeth, they stood guard atop the fortress walls.
"Divine Wind Valley's divine son, your wings have finally grown full!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Three figures flew out from deep within the fortress, all possessing ninth-level Divine Lord Realm cultivation.
The leading Blood Winged Tribe expert was an old man, barely five feet tall. He held a blood-colored staff in his hand, while the blood wings behind him beat furiously, sweeping out waves of bloody light.
Feng Qijue looked indifferent as he said blandly, "When have this divine son's wings ever withered? Hand Purple Stream Mountain over to this divine son, and this divine son will spare your lives!"
"So, you already know Purple Stream Mountain's secret!"
said the Blood Winged Tribe elder.
"Then the Ghost Slaying Shadow Demon Sword really is hidden beneath Purple Stream Mountain!"
After Feng Qijue finished speaking, the corners of his lips curled upward in a