Chapter 332: The Fallen Feather Clan

The entire White Watch City was in an uproar, utterly unable to calm down.

For what happened today exceeded their understanding.

It goes without saying that within a few days, this news would spread throughout the Yinming Domain, even reaching other regions.

After all, the death of a Heavenly Prodigy at the level of the Ten Lesser Kings was no trivial matter.

But more than that, everyone was curious about how the Fallen Feather Clan would react next.

Jun Xiaoyao's sudden summoning of three Great Saint-level God-Slaying Dolls had indeed shocked everyone.

Yet, truth be told, the Fallen Feather Clan had no real reason to fear.

Even if a Pretender to the Supreme were to act, they could easily deal with these three God-Slaying Dolls.

So everyone wondered how the Fallen Feather Clan would respond next.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced around and said coolly, "The show's over. Disperse. I, Jun, dislike noise."

At these words, the surrounding Yinming Domain beings instinctively stepped back several paces, then turned and left.

Unconsciously, Jun Xiaoyao had already gained such authority and prestige within the Yinming Domain.

The Yinming Domain beings departed, filled with awe and reverence.

The strong are respected wherever they go.

"Jun Young Master is too powerful!" Cang Yue and Cang Xue, the two sisters, gazed at him with shining eyes.

Though Jun Xiaoyao had rejected them, it did not diminish their affection for him.

After meeting Jun Xiaoyao, they might never love another man in their lives.

For it was nearly impossible to find a man more outstanding and perfect than Jun Xiaoyao.

No, strike "nearly."

It was impossible!

"Pity. I thought the Ten Lesser Kings of the Burial Lands might surprise me. Turns out I overestimated them." Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

Hearing this, the Cang family patriarch and others had no idea what to say.

To others, the Ten Lesser Kings were lofty, nearly invincible—but in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, they were utterly worthless.

"Heh, Jun young master is indeed strong. But that Fallen Feather Clan's Holy Son, though ranked among the Ten Lesser Kings, didn't even make the top five." The Cang family patriarch chuckled.

"Is that so? Then it might not be boring after all. The Ten Kings Banquet could be interesting." Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

For some reason, hearing this, all the Cang family beings shivered.

Was this lawless man planning to cause chaos at the Ten Kings Banquet?

The Cang family patriarch began to pity the other nine Kings.

The entire White Watch City fell into a brief calm.

But everyone knew this calm was temporary.

Within a few days, once the Fallen Feather Clan learned of this, White Watch City would erupt again.

Thus, many Yinming Domain beings lingered around White Watch City, eager to witness the final fate of this outsider human.

Jun Xiaoyao, meanwhile, seemed to be deliberately waiting for the Fallen Feather Clan's retaliation—and did not leave.

This made the Cang family even more grateful.

For if Jun Xiaoyao had simply walked away, the first to suffer would have been the Cang family.

Jun Xiaoyao could leave—but could the Cang family relocate their entire clan?

Besides, they couldn't leave the Burial Lands; they had no way to escape the Fallen Feather Clan's pursuit.

Yet in these past few days, the Cang family had not been idle—they began dispatching forces to seize the resource territories of the Gongming Clan and two other major powers.

It goes without saying that if the Cang family survives this crisis, they won't instantly become an immortal power like the Fallen Feather Clan.

But at the very least, they will become the strongest power beneath the Fallen Feather Clan.

Only such a power deserves to be treated as a pawn by Jun Xiaoyao.

And as expected, events unfolded precisely as foreseen.

In less than two days, the entire Yinming Domain was in an uproar over this incident.

Every being in the Yinming Domain, upon first hearing the news, was stunned and disbelieving.

Some even thought it was a rumor.

But as the news spread further, more and more beings came forward to confirm it, until the truth was finally accepted.

All attention turned to the Fallen Feather Clan.

As the dominant power of the Yinming Domain, what would the Fallen Feather Clan do next?

Many beings believed the Fallen Feather Clan would immediately send a Pretender to the Supreme to exterminate the outsider human.

Deep within the Fallen Feather Clan's ancestral lands.

Towering black demonic mountains loomed, saturated with terrifying death-mystic demonic energy.

At the center of these mountains floated a black sun.

The black sun radiated a suffocating, terrifying pressure.

Even Saint-level cultivators would have their bodies instantly shattered under such pressure.

Within the black sun, a faint silhouette sat in meditation.

The figure within the black sun was none other than the Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Clan—a Supreme Sovereign!

Around the Fallen Feather Clan's Burial Emperor, several figures stood in the void.

Among them radiated the aura of Sovereigns and Pretenders to the Supreme.

"I never expected this clan would return to the Burial Lands again," one Sovereign said coldly.

"And of all things, they've clashed with our clan." Another Sovereign sighed.

Had it been any ordinary immortal clan heir, the Fallen Feather Clan would have simply sent someone to exterminate them without hesitation.

But now, the one they clashed with was a figure who filled even them with extreme unease.

A single misstep could bring great disaster upon the Fallen Feather Clan.

"What should we do next?" one Fallen Feather Clan Sovereign groaned.

All eyes turned to the black sun, where the Fallen Feather Clan's Burial Emperor sat.

After a long silence, the Burial Emperor spoke calmly: "Do not provoke him."

Hearing these four words, the surrounding Fallen Feather Clan Sovereigns trembled—they had anticipated this.

"But our Holy Son and Holy Saints died in vain? What of our clan's dignity?" one Pretender to the Supreme protested bitterly.

"The aura of the Jun clan member who entered the Burial Realm over ten years ago has not yet faded. And there is another within the Burial Realm…" the Fallen Feather Clan Burial Emperor said gravely.

At these words, all the Fallen Feather Clan elites fell silent.

Only these high-ranking elders knew how terrifying the ancient war that shook the entire Burial Lands had been.

That Jun clan member was practically a taboo—he had slain multiple Burial Emperors.

He had even plunged deep into the heart of the Burial Realm, fighting against primordial terrors that had existed since time immemorial—so strong it was incomprehensible.

"We understand," the Fallen Feather Clan elders sighed in unison.

It was unimaginable that the dominant power of the Yinming Domain would ever bow and yield.

"By the way, send another Pretender to the Supreme to explain the situation. If that Jun clan Divine Son harbors resentment toward our clan, greater troubles may follow." The Fallen Feather Clan Burial Emperor said.

Hearing this, every Fallen Feather Clan elder felt a deep sense of humiliation and helplessness.

The dominant power of the Yinming Domain had been forced into this position by a mere youth.

It was simply unimaginable.