171: Chapter 171 The Death of 'Yu Bei'

"Ten years of income—our Feathered Eagle Clan will give it!"

As these words were spoken, the once upright bodies of the Pro-War Faction Feathered Eagles present instantly slumped, feeling as if something had left them, as if their entire essence and spirit had been drained.

This loss was not just Yu Bei alone and ten years of income; it had broken the backbone of the Feathered Eagle Clan. Recovering from this in the future would be virtually impossible!

When faced with danger, a race that could betray its own people—with this example as a precedent, who would still fight for the Feathered Eagle Clan or strive for their own race?

In the future, once faced with the same situation again, everyone would likely only think of themselves, betraying the interests of the race in exchange for peace.

Over time, the Feathered Eagle Clan would only grow weaker and weaker, eventually becoming meat on someone else's chopping block, left to be slaughtered at will!

As for the Pro-peace faction, their faces beamed with joy and excitement. Had the occasion not been inappropriate, they wouldn't have been able to stop themselves from laughing out loud and celebrating the coming century of peace.

"Hahaha... Good! You have made the most correct choice!"

The Blood Python Clan Leader couldn't help but laugh, his inner joy plain to see. All three of his goals for coming here had been achieved, and there might even be unexpected gains.

On the city wall, he saw the rift among the Feathered Eagles. Perhaps he could find a way to sow discord between them; that way, the Feathered Eagle Clan would collapse from within without him even having to lift a finger.

The Blood Python Clan Leader quickly retracted his smile and said with a murderous glint in his eyes, "I am not a stingy person. I can give you three days to prepare, but before that, the person must be handed over first!"

"Naturally, no problem!"

The leading Soul Transformation Feathered Eagle then turned his gaze toward Ning Yuan and said, "Yu Bei, will you go over yourself, or do I have to do it personally?"

"Don't trouble yourself; I will go on my own," Ning Yuan said.

"Then please, after you!"

Everyone present remained silent, but several auras were already secretly locked onto Ning Yuan, preventing him from escaping or making any outrageous moves.

"A bunch of spineless Old Things, I'll definitely give you what's coming to you later!" Ning Yuan cursed inwardly. He rose into the air from the city wall and, under everyone's gaze, flew slowly toward the Blood Python Tribe outside the city.

His receding figure in everyone's eyes gave off a sense of desolation, and a feeling of sorrow rose in some people's hearts—these were, naturally, the Pro-War Faction.

Meanwhile, the Pro-peace faction couldn't help but show relieved smiles. The mountain weighing on their hearts was lifted at this moment, making their bodies feel several degrees lighter.

From afar, they saw Ning Yuan alone approaching the million-strong army whose Demonic Qi reached the heavens. Having reached them, the crowd could only see his upright back.

He stood proudly in the sky, facing the endless army of Yao soldiers alone, completely without fear.

At this moment, five Nascent Souls rushed out toward Ning Yuan, surrounding him. Without hesitation, they launched an attack, and with a wave of their hands, streaks of blood-red light shot forth.

At this point, neither the Blood Python Tribe nor the Feathered Eagle Clan made any move; they were all watching quietly. From the moment the two tribes reached an agreement, Yu Bei was a dead man.

Ning Yuan condensed spiritual power at his fingertips, his figure arriving instantly. He thrust out a Life-Severing Finger, knocking a Nascent Soul out of the sky at once. Then, moving like lightning and with incredible speed, he thrust out four more Life-Severing Fingers, taking care of the remaining four.

A commotion broke out in the Blood Python army. Many were surprised that he dared to strike so boldly and without reservation in front of a million Yao soldiers, and that his strength was so formidable.

In the center, Ning Yuan stood alone in the air, fixed like a nail in the sky. His eyes were as sharp as lightning as he shouted loudly:

"Today, I shall trade my life for the chance to heavily wound the Blood Pythons. I ask the Elders not to forget me, Yu Bei!"

"Kill!"

With that, before anyone could react, Ning Yuan charged at the million-strong army, continuously bombarding the surroundings. A massive aura rose from his body, his eyes erupting with terrifying gray light, and the Fire of Divine Sense instantly spread across a hundred-mile radius.

"You dare to use trickery?"

Seeing this, the Blood Python Clan Leader's eyes nearly burst from their sockets. He let out a sudden shout that echoed through the clouds like heavenly thunder, then transformed into a blood-red light and rushed toward Ning Yuan, but he was clearly a step too late.

Boom!

A world-shaking explosion suddenly occurred!

Terrifying spiritual power fluctuations, like waves in the ocean, swept frantically in all directions. Many low-cultivation members of the Yao Race were blown apart instantly, while the slightly stronger ones were sent flying, left in a wretched state!

But that would have been fine; after all, it was only a Nascent Soul-level self-detonation, which wasn't a huge threat to a million-strong army.

However, that was not the case. In the instant before the self-detonation, the Fire of Divine Sense had swept through the Yao Race within a hundred-mile radius. The result could well be imagined!

The energy fluctuations from the self-detonation were suppressed in time when the Blood Python Clan Leader arrived, but this did not make him feel lucky. Instead, he felt as if he had been played like a fool.

"Feathered Eagle Clan, I will not rest until you are all dead!"

After releasing his Divine Sense to investigate a hundred miles around, the fire of rage deep within the Blood Python Clan Leader's heart was completely ignited, and he let out a furious roar.

Of the million-strong army, only a mere hundred thousand remained, and every one of them had a dull gaze, clearly having fallen into a state of idiocy. Very few had truly survived intact!

The entire sky was silent, with only the Blood Python Clan Leader's roars echoing. The members of the Feathered Eagle Clan were also in a daze, staring wide-eyed at everything happening before them, their minds a mess, unable to speak for a long time.

Even now, the Feathered Eagles had not yet come to their senses, Yu Bei's words before his self-detonation constantly echoing in their hearts—that sentence that made their skin crawl.

Yu Bei... why did he do this?

Could it be that he resented the Feathered Eagle Clan for betraying him, and that's why he pulled this stunt?

But why did Yu Bei possess such terrifying strength?

Only a hundred thousand of the million-strong army left—was this something a Nascent Soul could achieve?

They didn't understand, and they couldn't comprehend it!

But now was not the time for this. The enraged Blood Python Clan Leader was already charging toward them, his full cultivation on display, pressing down on them until they couldn't breathe and cold sweat poured.

"What fine methods you have! Sacrificing just one person to bury my million-strong army—truly remarkable!"

The Blood Python Clan Leader arrived treading on a sea of blood, his entire body permeated with terrifying Killing Intent. A nauseating bloody scent stained the sky crimson, and a suffocating pressure blanketed everyone, striking terror into the hearts of the Feathered Eagles.

"Listen to my explanation, it wasn't us..."

"A joke! If not you, then who else could it be? Otherwise, how could a mere Nascent Soul possibly cause such large-scale destruction?" the Blood Python Clan Leader roared back, his face contorted and twisted, his aura rising even further. He said:

"Still trying to quibble here? Do you take me for a fool?"