Chapter 91: Chapter 89: Like a House Slave

"Nian He Phantom, arise."

"Fire Eagle Illusion, arise."

With two thunderous booms, both the White Feathered Eagle and the Nian He underwent a tremendous transformation.

The White Feathered Eagle’s body swelled rapidly, wreathed in blazing flames.

What was even more astonishing was that its eyes flashed with cold lightning. Its wings bristled, each feather as sharp as a sword, and its killing intent was hellish.

The Nian He on the other side was not to be outdone.

If the White Feathered Eagle had transformed into a spirit of fire, then the Nian He was a spirit of wind.

Aided by its Bloodline Power, the Nian He was even more agile, its movements a stark contrast to the White Feathered Eagle’s direct, head-on approach.

In the next moment, a cruel and savage look filled the Nian He’s eyes. It was willing to sacrifice its Cloud Hes to their deaths just to deliver a fatal, finishing blow.

"Naive." Fang Yang’s expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of anxiety.

After sacrificing five of its subordinates, the Nian He seized a moment when the White Feathered Eagle’s energy flow faltered.

The Nian He flapped its wings violently, conjuring a mini-hurricane powerful enough to demolish a house.

The hurricane tore across the river’s surface. It collided and churned, kicking up massive waves and letting out a tremendous roar like that of a tiger or a lion.

In a matter of moments, the hurricane would utterly destroy the White Feathered Eagle’s seemingly steel-boned body, killing it on the spot.

At this critical moment, a bright light flared in the White Feathered Eagle’s eyes. Its blazing flames abruptly transformed into a ghostly fire.

Its wings instantly shifted from orange-yellow to an ashen, ghostly hue.

The ghostly fire enveloped it in an instant, allowing it to charge fearlessly into the hurricane.

Like hot water melting snow, a gap was torn right through the mini-hurricane.

It was as if the flames were devouring the hurricane!

The scene was so astonishing it left everyone in the crowd dumbfounded.

"Good! Keep the pressure on it." Second Uncle Fang clenched his fist. The electric python at his feet hissed, as if cheering for the White Feathered Eagle.

’What in the world is that flame? It’s not the White Feathered Eagle’s Bloodline Power, and it’s certainly not the Fire Eagle’s...’ Dongfang Xuezhi, Lin Tianxue, and the others frowned deeply, completely baffled.

"I knew this White Feathered Eagle was special! I knew it! Nian He, don’t you dare lose!" Dongfang Zenglong’s face twisted, unwilling to accept defeat.

Far in the rear, Sen You and Dongfang Pavilion stood side by side, both narrowing their eyes.

Sen You demanded coldly, "Something’s not right. Is this the champion of your Dongfang Race? Is this the guarantee you gave me?!"

"It’s not a dead end yet. There’s still a chance. If things get out of hand, I’ll step in," Dongfang Pavilion replied. He hadn’t expected the Nian He Fierce Beast to be unable to gain the upper hand either.

Everyone knew Fang Yang’s White Feathered Eagle was no ordinary one.

But no matter how different it was, a White Feathered Eagle was still a White Feathered Eagle!

’Could it be that Fang Yang’s White Feathered Eagle can actually defy the heavens, like those other Fierce Beasts with Desolate Beast bloodlines?’

Yet the fact remained that no matter how many times everyone raised their expectations for this White Feathered Eagle, they still found it to be utterly unfathomable.

This White Feathered Eagle, much like its master Fang Yang, always managed to hold a steady advantage in a fight.

It never showed a moment of weakness.

Streaks of light flashed as wind and fire roared.

The Jar Grass that surfaced on the Guan River was instantly torn to shreds, creating a scene of utter chaos.

WHOOSH... Dongfang Moran’s face was ashen. The turn of events was already starting to exceed his calculations.

It was even making his title, "Wisdom He," seem utterly foolish.

It was as if he were a paper tiger, punctured by a single poke from Fang Yang.

’This is so humiliating!’

In the air, the White Feathered Eagle was overpowering the Nian He, while the ten Flying Eagles were dominating the five Cloud Hes.

Whether in the duel between the champions or the clash between their minions, Dongfang Moran was falling behind on all fronts. He simply couldn’t contend with Fang Yang.

The so-called battle for the championship was becoming a joke.

But...

"I haven’t lost yet!" Dongfang Moran thought of the terrifying Sen You, then gritted his teeth and unleashed an Enslavement Technique.

Enslavement Techniques generally worked by squeezing a Pet Beast’s potential and Life Essence in exchange for an immediate boost in combat power.

They were not to be used unless there was absolutely no other choice.

But Fang Yang was watching Dongfang Moran’s every move.

And so, Fang Yang also began forming the Magic Seals for the *Slave Spirit Skill*.

He was preparing to empower his White Feathered Eagle and the flock of Flying Eagles to settle the match once and for all. He would no longer hold back his True Essence to act as support!

But at that very moment, the world suddenly rumbled, and the Guan River began to surge violently.

The Array that sealed off the area had activated.

The Array’s power manifested as chains that locked the Flying Eagles and Cloud Hes in the sky, rendering them immobile.

Just as the crowd was wondering what to do, Dongfang Pavilion appeared!

"Fang Yang, I don’t know how you managed to bypass the Array and use Magic that exceeds the Tier One realm."

Dongfang Pavilion stared coldly at Fang Yang, his eyes like daggers. "But you have already broken the rules. I must ask you to move thirty zhang away from this place!"

A powerful pressure emanated from Dongfang Pavilion, bearing down on Fang Yang, intent on forcing him to submit.

One zhang was over three meters, meaning he was telling Fang Yang to move a hundred meters away. What was the difference between that and telling him to withdraw from the fight entirely?

Without a doubt, this was to ensure that the final victor would be Dongfang Moran!

Dongfang Pavilion’s words immediately sent a shockwave through the spectators, who erupted in an uproar of disbelief.

"What is this? It’s a blatant fix!"

"If you can’t handle losing, then don’t play. This is just dirty."

"I was wondering why Fang Yang was always so calm. Turns out the guy found a loophole. No wonder a mere White Feathered Eagle is so formidable..."

The crowd was abuzz with differing opinions.

Second Uncle Fang’s face was livid. He was about to step forward and demand justice for Fang Yang.

But unfortunately, the seemingly invisible power of the Array forcibly restrained everyone, preventing them from entering the battlefield.

’Accusing me of treason?’

From the shadows, Sen You sneered. ’Hmph. A mere disciple of the Fang clan, who doesn’t even have a living Saint for an ancestor, dares to contend with me? You think you’re worthy? Ptooey!’

At this very moment, a nameless rage surged through Fang Yang’s chest.

Fang Yang knew he was supposed to encounter a crisis before obtaining a great opportunity.

But he had never expected the crisis to be something like this.

’This is outrageous!’

Fang Yang had only ever seen this kind of blatant fixing in the Premier League from his past life.

He never imagined that he, a member of the Golden Clan, would be subjected to such humiliation.

"What did you just say?!"

"You violated the rules. You must leave this area," Dongfang Pavilion replied to Fang Yang’s icy words, his tone unhurried and full of confidence.

At that moment, a flash of insight struck Fang Yang.

He knew that with his current status as an [Order-Holder], the only ones who could oppress him like this were, in all likelihood, the Sen clan.

Sure enough, he vaguely saw Sen You’s figure behind Dongfang Pavilion.

The figure that looked like Sen You was shaking its head at him, as if mocking him for his audacity.

For the first time, the downside of his power and status being tied to the Sen clan became apparent.

He had no freedom before them. He was like one of their house slaves!

’Vile traitor! Scheming backstabber! Scum!’ A suffocating rage festered in Fang Yang’s heart. If he didn’t kill this bastard, he would never know peace. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

His gaze fell upon his fortune slip, specifically the "Medium-High Fortune":

[Medium-High Fortune: Participate in the Guan River Festival and strive for first place. A hidden crisis awaits, but you may obtain a Tier Four opportunity. Auspicious.]

Fang Yang took a deep breath and looked up at his White Feathered Eagle.

He saw that its eyes were blazing with a fire that seemed ready to devour everything.

At this very moment, master and Pet Beast seemed to share a telepathic link, each knowing exactly what the other was thinking.

Let the eagle strike the vast heavens, and let fierce flames set the sky ablaze!

Burn this unjust world to ashes!