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Translator: Silavin
The Beast King’s roar shook Heaven and struck fear into everyone’s hearts. On this day, everyone in the Northern Region experienced what true fear meant.
This roar was deeply imprinted in their hearts, never to be forgotten.
People from various Forces gradually gathered around Yang Quan.
The Patriarchs of the remaining Seven Millennial Families from the Central Province also stood beside Yang Quan. Of course, except for the An Family Patriarch.
At this time, the An Family had already withdrawn from the third defense line.
The An Family Patriarch stood there, unsure whether to return or not. He was in a very awkward position.
How could he have imagined that Yang Quan would arrive at the defense line in such a short time?
“From this day forward, the An Family will be expelled from the Eight Millennial Families!” Yang Quan’s cold voice echoed across the entire third defense line, announcing the consequence of the An Family’s retreat without fighting.
In the distance, the An Family Patriarch’s face turned ashen.
He knew the weight of Yang Quan’s words. In the future, not just in the Northern Region, but in the entire Thousand Mist Empire, there would be no place for his An Family!
“Patriarch, what should we do?” The An Family higher-ups all around him looked at him, their eyes filled with despair.
“You think you can destroy my An Family? With just you!?” The An Family Patriarch looked toward the city wall, his eyes full of venom.
The An Family had their own backing.
“Could it be… we need to use the token left by our Ancestor?” Hearing these words, several An Family Elders beside him trembled.
Their An Family’s rapid rise in the Northern Region and inclusion in the Eight Millennial Families was due to a specific An Family Ancestor.
It was said that the An Family Ancestor once knew a peerless figure, and had obtained this token from said figure.
When the An Family Ancestor passed away, he left instructions that if the An Family ever faced extinction, they should take the token to Twilight City to seek the Li Family’s protection.
Twilight City was the Capital of the Grand Empire.
It should be noted that even Yang Quan’s equal, Lord Liang Hongsheng, was just one of the Empire’s four Lords. For the Li Family to establish themselves in Twilight City, they clearly were not an ordinary Force that could be underestimated.
However, more than a thousand years had passed, and those of the An Family themselves were not sure if the token was still valid, but given their current situation, they had no choice but to try this last resort.
The An Family’s departure, taking nearly one-eighth of the forces, undoubtedly made the third defense line’s situation more dire.
Looking at the Demonic Beasts quickly gathering again below, Yang Quan’s brows deeply furrowed.
The defense line must be held.
Below the city wall, the Demonic Beasts launched another attack, fearless of death, ramming the wall until it trembled like an earthquake.
“Elder Yang!” Just as Yang Quan was about to act again, Qin Yichen approached him.
Yang Quan was no stranger to Qin Yichen. He held no contempt for this youth before him. It was precisely because he had investigated Qin Yichen’s past in detail. Once he did his homework, Yang Quan had found this eighteen-year-old youth to be increasingly unfathomable.
Only two words could be used to describe him – a miracle.
He was of no distinguished birth, and had no resources. Relying solely on his talent to grow to such heights in just a few short years – if this was not a miracle then what was?
“What is it?” As he spoke, Yang Quan’s tone noticeably softened. Even if Qin Yichen was not the Dragon Soul Martial Artist he seeked, his currently displayed talent was enough to warrant respect.
“Elder Yang, I have one thing I hope you’ll remember… the White Sparrow is not a Phoenix!”
Qin Yichen solemnly reminded.
‘The White Sparrow is not a Phoenix!’ These simple words meant nothing to those around, but they struck Yang Quan like a heavy hammer, giving him an enlightening realization.
All along, Yang Quan had been wrong.
He thought the White Sparrow was no different from a Phoenix, so he practiced using a Phoenix Martial Soul manual. Now, with Qin Yichen’s reminder, he finally realized why he always felt strained when using his Martial Soul.
A White Sparrow was ultimately just a White Sparrow, unable to display a Phoenix’s power. It might have a trace of Phoenix Bloodline, but it was still vastly different to that of a Phoenix.
Fortunately, Yang Quan had only practiced from an incomplete manual, otherwise, it could have led to more serious consequences.
“I have a Secret Technique here that I hope will be useful to Elder Yang.” As he spoke, Qin Yichen handed over a piece of Beast Hide.
The hide was still wet, showing it was recently cut. It had just three patterns, each pattern covered with many fine lines, with small text annotations below.
The Secret Technique was called…
Three Seals of the Feathered Sparrow:
First Seal, Brushing Feather Seal.
Second Seal, Spreading Wings Seal.
Third Seal, Falling Feather Seal.
Three Seals, three effects. The First Seal, like spring wind brushing willow trees, was a Technique that affected a whole area – one sweep burns everything.
The Second Seal was a Movement Technique – one leap covers countless kilometres.
The Third Seal was a single-target killing Technique.
After carefully reading it once, Yang Quan understood both the technique’s value and Qin Yichen’s intention.
There were only two ways to make the Beast Tide retreat. First, slaughter the Demonic Beast Tide.
This was clearly impossible.
Second, kill the Beast King.
The Spreading Wings Seal and Falling Feather Seal gave Yang Quan the chance to get close and kill the Beast King.
“Thank you!” Yang Quan was not one to hesitate, and this was not the time for hesitation.
After memorizing the Three Seals, Yang Quan closed his eyes. A moment later, an immense presence spread from his body.
His aura changed.
But exactly how it changed, no one could say clearly. It just seemed… more natural.
Yang Quan slowly rose into the air, his aura gradually climbing. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and called out coldly, “Brushing Feather Seal!”
As he spoke, the manifestation of a giant bird appeared behind him again. As its wings swept out, white flames like feathers floated down toward the Demonic Beast Tide below the wall.
The white feathers, like blooming blood flowers, floated gently, taking the lives of Demonic Beasts one after another, like harvesting wheat.
This scene sent chills down the spines of everyone on the defense line.
Who could have expected these seemingly harmless feathers to have such deadly power, even surpassing Yang Quan’s earlier Sky Tearing White Flame.
“Haha! Excellent!” After using the Brushing Feather Seal once, Yang Quan showed no signs of fatigue, instead seeming exhilarated. He then used the Brushing Feather Seal several more times, killing countless Demonic Beasts.
[How does he have such a thing?] When Yang Quan looked at Qin Yichen, his pupils were filled with shock.
The Three Seals of the Feathered Sparrow seemed perfectly tailored for him, bringing out the White Sparrow Martial Soul’s power to its fullest.
After four successive sweeps, Yang Quan weakly descended.
By now, the vanguard of Demonic Beasts before the third defense line had been greatly reduced.
Still, these were just the vanguard, with Demonic Beasts at most at the Peak Martial Grandmaster Realm. With him, a Martial Artist beyond the Spirit Realm, taking action, it naturally was not a problem to clear out so many of them.
However, before they could cheer, they felt the ground begin to shake like an earthquake.
Looking up into the distance, they saw a dark mass. It was the true Demonic Beast Army, like a tidal wave, surging toward the third defense line.
