The Wood Soul Clan has been annihilated; the Ice Soul Clan and the Water Soul Tribe immediately sent people to the Wood Soul Clan.

The Ice Soul Clan and the Water Soul Tribe have extremely powerful senses for auras.

This time, Bing Wuqing was truly enraged.

The Seven Clans share one breath and one fate, yet now someone has secretly wiped out the Wood Soul Clan—this is a slap in the face to the Seven Clans, a slap in the face to him, Bing Wuqing.

For the Seven Clans, this is simply an intolerable humiliation!

Not long after, the people they had sent out returned.

"Reporting to Clan Leader, we’ve already found out!" a powerhouse of the Ice Soul Clan said respectfully.

"Speak!" Bing Wuqing’s old face was gloomy.

"The Wood Soul Clan sensed the aura of the Saint Emperor barrier. They must have used the Saint Emperor barrier to cover the Wood Soul Clan, and there were also the auras of Elder Saint You, Elder Mu Jue and the others, as well as the Dragon God Clan." The expert of the Ice Soul Clan reported respectfully.

"You’re saying the Dragon God Clan, the Saint Emperor Clan, the Immortal Divine Palace, the Xuan Ding Holy Sect, and the Saint Dao Pavilion all joined hands together?" Bing Wuqing suddenly roared in fury, his voice thundering. With one palm he shattered the main seat, and an extremely terrifying momentum swept out madly.

"Outrageous! Simply outrageous! Absolutely unforgivable!" Huoyuan roared in fury, gnashing his teeth, every word brimming with sky‑piercing killing intent!

"They actually bullied the few with the many! These bastards!" Jin Minghe roared through clenched teeth, instantly exploding with rage.

"Grandfather, this must be Feng Wuchen’s doing!" Bing Xue’er said with absolute certainty.

"That Feng Wuchen is simply lawless! He hasn’t put our Seven Clans in his eyes at all!" Shui Changkong said ferociously.

"Reporting to Ice Clan Leader, in the Wood Soul Clan we did not sense the aura of Clan Leader Mu nor Elder Qianhan. They are very likely to have fallen for a luring‑the‑tiger‑from‑the‑mountain ploy." A clansman of the Water Soul Tribe reported respectfully.

"Old Mu’s strength is not weak. Other than Sheng Ying and a few of them joining forces, no one can kill Old Mu!" Shui Changkong clenched his fists tightly, dead certain it was Sheng Ying and the others who did it.

"Feng Wuchen! Excellent! Truly excellent!" Bing Wuqing’s old face had already twisted into madness; his internal organs were flipping violently. The surging killing intent and terrifying pressure shook everyone in the great hall until their faces turned deathly pale, leaving them unable to breathe.

"Grandpa Bing, Feng Wuchen is declaring war on us! Give the order! Wipe out the Dragon God Palace!" Feng Ji Tian could no longer hold back.

"This is the shame of our Seven Clans!" Lei Zhong roared through gritted teeth: "The Dragon God Palace must be eradicated! Any force or person related to the Dragon God Palace must all die!"

"Xue Er, Ling Tian, you will head to the Dragon God Palace at once and capture Feng Wuchen alive." Bing Wuqing ordered, his tone carrying an unquestionable force.

"Yes!" Bing Xue’er and the other six responded respectfully, immediately withdrawing from the great hall and rushing straight to the Dragon God Palace.

But in their hearts they were very puzzled—why not directly destroy the Dragon God Palace?

However, no one dared to ask, nor to question.

"Come with me to the Saint Emperor Clan!" Bing Wuqing said darkly. His figure flashed and vanished, with the Clan Leaders Huoyuan and Jin Minghe quickly following.

The annihilation of the Wood Soul Clan and the deaths of Mu Qianhe and Mu Qianhan were absolutely inseparable from the Saint Emperor Clan and the others.

Even if it had nothing to do with them, Bing Wuqing was determined to wipe them all out this time.

Even if it meant their six clans would suffer heavy losses, it was a price they would pay without hesitation.

...

The great hall of the Saint Emperor Clan.

"Saint Emperor Clan Leader, with the destruction of the Wood Soul Clan, Bing Wuqing and the others will never let this go. Have you thought of a countermeasure?" Cover Monarch asked gravely.

A trace of worry flashed across Xiaoyao Mie’s eyes as he frowned and said, "With the abilities of the Ice Soul Clan and the Water Soul Tribe, as long as they go investigate at the Wood Soul Clan, they’ll know it was our doing. Destroying the Wood Soul Clan is a colossal humiliation to Bing Wuqing. This battle cannot be avoided."

"With our current strength, even with the Wood Soul Clan annihilated, it is still hard for us to contend against them." Xuanmu said solemnly.

Saint You nodded slightly, his voice icy: "Our strength indeed isn’t enough to contend with the Seven Clans, but we’re not to be bullied either. If they want to wipe us out, the Seven Clans will have to pay with grievous losses in vitality!"

Sheng Ying’s old face was furrowed and overcast; he was clearly quite worried as well.

But with matters already at this point, they had no other choice.

"The Supreme is not a reckless man. Destroying the Wood Soul Clan should be more than just avenging the Supreme’s wife. Even if we say nothing else, for that alone, anyone would have exterminated the Wood Soul Clan in his place." Sheng Ying said gravely.

Elder Saint You glanced at Sheng Ying and said, "Clan Leader, you mean the Supreme has a way?"

Sheng Ying shook his head slightly and said, "I’m not sure either."

Letting out a light sigh, Sheng Ying continued, "We don’t know yet if the Dragon God Clan of the Holy Realm will go to war with the Demon Clan. People from the Seven Clans have already gone to the Holy Realm and should know about this as well. This is their perfect opportunity—there won’t be a second time like this."

"If the Supreme still doesn’t know about this, then wouldn’t that mean..." Mu Jue suddenly thought of something, and his old face changed drastically.

If Feng Wuchen’s greatest backing was the Dragon God Clan of the Holy Realm, then he had miscalculated.

The Dragon God Clan of the Holy Realm was in the midst of preparing for a great war and simply had no time to care about the Dragon God Palace of the Divine Realm.

In other words, this time they were fighting alone, with no powerful reinforcements.

For a time, a heavy atmosphere spread through the great hall; everyone’s faces were filled with grim solemnity and worry.

In this battle, their chances of victory were almost zero.

"Mu Qianhe and Mu Qianhan really did die in the Saint Emperor Clan!"

"You people are truly bold!"

Just then, an incomparably deep roar of fury echoed through the palace of the Saint Emperor Clan.

A terrifying aura that seemed to tower above all things and look down upon all living beings covered the Saint Emperor Clan.

Surging flames of wrath, surging killing intent, all seemed to take physical form as they ruthlessly suppressed everyone of the Saint Emperor Clan. Those with weak cultivation were directly shaken into vomiting blood.

"They’re here!" A sharp light flashed in Sheng Ying’s old eyes.

"Bing Wuqing!" Xuan Mu and the others’ old faces changed drastically.

The next second, Sheng Ying and the other experts in the great hall flashed out at the first possible moment.

They hadn’t expected Bing Wuqing to come so quickly!

"Sheng Ying, you dare exterminate the Wood Soul Clan? Then be ready to bear the wrath of the Seven Clans!" Bing Wuqing roared furiously, his voice like Lei Ting’s thunder, shaking souls.

Sheng Ying frowned deeply and said nothing.

The great battle could no longer be avoided; saying more was pointless.

Huoyuan, Jin Minghe, Shui Changkong, Lei Yunfei, and Feng Tianxiang—the five Clan Leaders—and the elders of each clan had all arrived.

The lineup was terrifying to the extreme.

A murderous, killing aura filled the entire Saint Emperor Clan.

"Sheng Ying, today is the day you all die!" Huoyuan roared darkly.

"Where is the Emperor Tongue? Tell him to crawl out here—today I must kill him!" Shui Changkong roared, "Emperor Tongue! If you’ve got guts then crawl out! Today I will tear you into eight pieces and seize the bloodline of your Di Hun Clan!"

For the Seven Clans to dare act with such domineering arrogance, they had clearly already learned what was happening in the Holy Realm.

"Do it! Kill without mercy!" Bing Wuqing roared, giving the order.

The vengeance for the Wood Soul Clan could not go unavenged!

And to take revenge, they had to eradicate the four great forces of the Saint Emperor Clan.

"Go all out! Fight to the death!" Sheng Ying knew the great battle was unavoidable; they could only fight to the bitter end!

The surging, icy killing intent erupted like a bursting flood, sweeping out with a world‑shaking, mountain‑crushing momentum.

The great war was on the verge of erupting!