Ch. 883 - Battle Against The Feather Race

Shi Shaoshuo did not understand Xu Zimo’s words.

But he didn’t ask much, only saying, “Since Young Master Xu has already obtained the Supreme God Hammer, are you planning to leave?”

“I have my own plans,” Xu Zimo waved his hand.

Shi Shaoshuo nodded and did not ask further.

...

At this time, within the Feather Race’s territory,

A group of the Feather Race’s high-level members sat in the grand hall, the atmosphere slightly heavy.

“Everyone, speak your minds,” after a long while, Yu Feihuang’s voice finally sounded.

His tone carried fatigue and depth.

Because Yu Shaoqing was the junior he valued most, one could say he was almost the next heir to the race.

Now that he had died just like this, no matter what, it could not be justified.

The people below were silent.

Eventually, an elder stood up and said, “I think we shouldn’t fight them one-on-one anymore. We should just flatten them directly.”

“The tactic itself is fine, the key is that the sudden appearance of that man ruined the situation,” Yu Feihuang shook his head and replied.

“Then who do we send to fight now?” the elder asked.

“Shaoqing was already one of the strongest in our race today. In a one-on-one fight, no one could confidently defeat him. But this time he was killed so easily, who could still be sure of victory?”

“I agree with the Second Elder. There’s no need for another duel. We should directly launch a full assault on Sacred Stone Mountain and kill Shi Shaoshuo.”

Someone else added from below.

“We’ve already successfully turned Elder Shi Yan to our side. With his prestige, I believe it won’t be hard to take control of the Stone Race.”

“Good. If there are no objections, then we attack Sacred Stone Mountain head-on,” Yu Feihuang said as he looked around and asked.

Everyone nodded.

“I will go invite the elder. We will fight quickly and end this, try to avoid any accidents,” Yu Feihuang said.

As soon as his voice fell, the void before them suddenly rippled.

A figure walked out from the void.

It was an old man.

He wore a long golden robe, had long hair, also golden, and in his eyes faint dragon patterns flashed.

His face was full of the deep lines left by years.

“So it’s Elder Gu Zhiya,” upon seeing the newcomer, Yu Feihuang smiled faintly.

This elder was from the Ancient Dragon Dynasty, and he was the middleman who had always maintained contact between the two powers.

“I wonder what matter has brought Elder Gu to our Feather Race?”

“I heard that Yu Shaoqing was killed?” Gu Zhiya asked with a smile.

“If Elder Gu has something to say, just say it directly, no need to beat around the bush,” a Feather Race elder said indifferently from below.

Mentioning this matter was undoubtedly rubbing salt in their wounds.

“Don’t misunderstand, I mean nothing else,” Gu Zhiya said with a smile.

“It’s just that this time in attacking the Stone Race, our Ancient Dragon Dynasty will also take part. We have only one request, to take Xu Zimo’s head.”

“Doesn’t your Ancient Dragon Dynasty always avoid showing itself?” Yu Feihuang frowned and asked.

Although the Feather Race and the Ancient Dragon Dynasty were allied and fought the Stone Race together, the Ancient Dragon Dynasty usually played a role in the shadows, never actively appearing.

But this time, their change in behavior was indeed strange.

“I won’t hide it from you. This time we’re attacking the Stone Race specifically for Xu Zimo,”

Gu Zhiya said.

“A few days ago, we received news that our empire’s current Holy Son was slain by Xu Zimo at Heavenly Dao Academy. I believe you understand now.”

Yu Feihuang thought for a moment, then smiled and said, “We welcome the Ancient Dragon Dynasty’s participation, tonight we begin the decapitation operation.”

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The light faded, and the stars dotted the sky like chess pieces falling on a board.

Great Wisdom looked at Xu Zimo and asked, “When are you leaving?”

“Soon,” Xu Zimo replied with a smile.

He sat in the pavilion of Stone Heart Pavilion, stretching slightly and leaning comfortably against the stone chair, unmoving, quietly feeling the breeze blowing against his face.

“You’re in quite the leisurely mood, Brother Xu,” Lu Ze’s voice came from the side.

But Xu Zimo did not respond.

Lu Ze’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold gleam flashing within them before quickly disappearing.

Xu Zimo was waiting, for the Feather Race’s arrival.

No evidence was needed, just instinct, the Feather Race would not let this go.

Within the next two days, they would definitely launch a decisive battle against the Stone Race.

Night slowly deepened.

Xu Zimo still had no intention of returning to his room. His entire figure seemed to merge with the darkness, vanishing silently into the night.

Bang, bang, bang!

Several booming explosions suddenly rang out like thunder, erupting in the ears of all the Stone Race members.

Most people were startled awake.

“What happened?” someone asked in surprise.

“It seems someone is attacking Sacred Stone Mountain, everyone gather quickly.”

Panicked shouts followed.

Many people rushed toward the mountain gate of Sacred Stone Mountain.

“They’re here,” Xu Zimo’s eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened as he let out a faint smile.

Around Sacred Stone Mountain, dense crowds of people, numbering in the tens of thousands, surrounded from all directions.

In the sky, countless black dots flew over, soaring high.

“Shi Shaoshuo, come out and face your death,” a sharp shout rang through the skies.

From all directions came attacks. The barrier on the surface of Sacred Stone Mountain was already on the verge of collapse and wouldn’t last long.

“Die! Die! Die!”

The thunderous roars of countless Feather Race members merged together, deafening and echoing into the clouds.

“Yu Feihuang, what are you trying to do?” Shi Shaoshuo appeared, followed by a group of people, his white robes fluttering and his gaze shifting between gloom and sharpness.

“Today I have come to destroy your Stone Race. If you know what’s good for you, surrender obediently, and you can avoid the calamity of annihilation,” Yu Feihuang snorted coldly.

“If you insist on stubborn resistance, then I will simply kill everyone I see.”

The booming sounds continued.

A faint cracking noise reached their ears, the surrounding barrier finally failed to hold, shattering completely, as if it were a layer of glass.

“Brother Feihuang, it’s been a long time since we fought,” Shi Shaoshuo called out. “Today, these old bones should move again.”

“Fine, have it your way,” Yu Feihuang replied calmly from afar.

Shi Shaoshuo turned and looked at the racesmen behind him, his voice hoarse as he shouted, “Today is the moment of life and death for our race. Are you willing to face the enemy alongside me?”

“Willing!” the Stone Race members roared in unison.

Their voices rose and fell, echoing across the entire mountain.

The Feather Race and Stone Race clashed like two different floods, surging toward each other.

The Feather Race sought to encircle and hunt, while the Stone Race tried desperately to tear open a gap in the encirclement.

The two torrents mixed together, the battle erupted instantly.

Yu Feihuang and Shi Shaoshuo stood alone, facing each other.

The seven core elders of the Feather Race stepped into the air together, their gazes locking with those opposite them.

“According to the previous strategy, first use the sea of people tactic to kill that young man from this morning. He’s the biggest threat.”

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