Chapter 92: Chapter 90: White Feathered Eagle, Burn

One zhang was about three meters, making thirty zhang almost a hundred meters.

At that very moment, Fang Yang did indeed turn and walk away.

Although the flock of cranes’ morale soared at Fang Yang’s retreat, the eagles, sensing their leader’s fury, became even more terrifyingly enraged.

One step, then another, and another.

Fang Yang strode away, his retreating figure cutting a pathetic sight.

The crowd watched his retreating figure with mixed emotions.

"That’s Fang Yang, a man with close ties to the Sen clan. He’s even a third-rank military officer, a Commander’s Order! The Dongfang Race is acting disgracefully."

"If you can’t handle losing, don’t play. This Guan River Festival is a joke. Ptooey!"

"..."

It wasn’t just Second Uncle Fang who was furious; even their rivals, Dongfang Xuezhi and her group, looked ashamed.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Moran, who was facing Fang Yang directly, was utterly stunned.

Dongfang Moran’s mouth fell open, a thousand words caught in his throat.

But under Dongfang Pavilion’s intense glare, he couldn’t utter a single one.

’That’s right... If my Nian He hadn’t been losing to Fang Yang’s White Feathered Eagle, would we have resorted to such despicable tactics?’

Even so, Dongfang Moran felt his heart sink with despair.

But the memory of Sen You’s ice-cold eyes made him shudder, and he knew he had to swallow his conscience and carry on.

Zhang Ye wondered with anticipation, ’Fang Yang, your Carp Eagle Ancestor once faced a similar predicament—one that was even more dire. How will you break free from the Sen clan’s grip? Surely you won’t resort to the same tragic method your ancestor did?’

Shrouded in a watery mist, Sen You’s face and figure were difficult to discern.

But his eyes glinted with a terrifying chill.

’If you’re going to be a hawk or a hound, you should know your place.’

’No matter how pathetic I might seem, I’m still a child of the Sen clan. You think you can turn on me?’

’What we give, we can also take away. This is the consequence of disobeying the Sen clan!’

...

The jeers of contempt and sighs of pity from the crowd fell upon Fang Yang’s ears, but he stood as still as a wooden post.

Every word was a sharp thorn, stabbing deep into his heart.

But surprisingly, his handsome, resolute face remained placid, betraying none of his emotions.

Indeed, Fang Yang had now left the battlefield and was standing in the rear spectator area.

He stood alone in a small, cleared space, a solitary and somewhat forlorn figure.

In the sky above, the eagles were under assault from the cranes.

On the ground below, Fang Yang was under the scrutiny of the crowd.

It seemed both Fang Yang and his eagles were on the verge of defeat, destined to be stepping stones for their rivals’ glory.

But...

Then, Fang Yang stepped onto a large boulder and spread his arms wide, as if embracing heaven and earth. He looked like a sovereign ruler ascending to the world’s peak.

His voice rang out, clear and powerful. "White Feathered Eagle, burn!"

At the sight, the crowd felt a terrifying aura wash over them, as if a great Dapeng was spreading its wings to take flight—an unstoppable force that shook everyone present.

"SCREEE—"

Hearing the call from across the sky, the White Feathered Eagle locked its gaze onto the Nian He and completely unleashed its latent Bloodline Power.

It was no longer a fleeting, ethereal flame, but one that burned with permanence!

In a single instant, a bright, orange-yellow fire mingled with the ethereal flames on the White Feathered Eagle’s body. A majestic aura erupted from it like a great river bursting through a dam, surging for miles.

Seeing this, both Dongfang Pavilion and Sen You had a premonition of disaster.

Dongfang Pavilion, in particular, wanted to activate the Array’s power once more to restrain Fang Yang and the White Feathered Eagle.

But... it was too late!

The White Feathered Eagle erupted completely. It soared against the wind, every single feather on its body like a sword ablaze with Fierce Flame.

Engulfed in two different types of flames, the White Feathered Eagle looked like a demon king rising from a sea of blood. With a ferocious flap of its wings, it vanished and reappeared right in front of the Nian He.

Savage!

Brutal!

No one could have predicted that the disadvantaged White Feathered Eagle would suddenly erupt with such power after hearing Fang Yang’s command.

By the time Dongfang Pavilion, Sen You, Dongfang Moran, and even the Nian He itself could react, the White Feathered Eagle was already upon it, its flame-wreathed wing slashing down like a blade straight for the crane’s head.

"..."

The Nian He’s pupils contracted violently, its heart seizing with terror.

It was about to react when it saw a strangely familiar sight: its own elegant back.

Decapitated!

"No—!" Dongfang Moran cried out in anguish, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The others finally snapped out of their stupor, staring dumbfounded at the flickering, fiery streak of light in the sky.

’How terrifying... Is a Pet Beast like that really a White Feathered Eagle?’

"He was thirty zhang away. They can’t possibly claim Fang Yang exploited a loophole now, can they? Heh heh."

"If you’re weak, then train harder. If you can’t handle losing, then don’t play. So this is the best the Dongfang Race can do!"

"The White Feathered Eagle... an eagle unlike any other."

The crowd was completely stunned. The White Feathered Eagle had once again shattered their stereotypes about this species of Fierce Beast.

Many sharp-eyed spectators realized that thanks to this one individual, the market price for White Feathered Eagle Fierce Beasts was about to skyrocket four or five times over!

It was also at this moment that more people’s attention turned to the White Feathered Eagle tribe.

If they remembered correctly, the White Feathered Eagle tribe had a great many young.

They recalled seeing Lu Yao taking many people there to purchase White Feathered Eagle chicks.

「In the sky.」

Only the White Feathered Eagle and the Black Water Eagles remained. The scene was a brutal one.

Nothing else remained.

The White Feathered Eagle, now encircled protectively by the Black Water Eagles, was screeching ceaselessly.

The two flames on its body were evolving again, both transforming into the pure, ethereal fire.

Even more incredibly, a new aura had appeared around it—the air of a king!

Through constant battle, the White Feathered Eagle had truly set foot upon the path to sovereignty, cultivating a sliver of a king’s aura.

It was on its way to becoming a Hundred Beasts King—a peak expert among Tier Three Fierce Beasts.

The path to the Hundred Beasts King was now open; the White Feathered Eagle’s ascension to Tier Three was all but assured!

This performance was simply astonishing, for it was on the verge of shattering the very limits of its species.

「On the other side.」

Sunlight fell upon Fang Yang, bathing him in a brilliant glow that made him seem lofty and untouchable.

In that instant, to the eyes of the crowd, Fang Yang truly seemed to possess the majestic aura of one who could look down upon the world. He was extraordinary.

At this point, though no official judgment had been passed, there was no doubt that Fang Yang had won the top prize!

"Thank goodness, thank goodness." Second Uncle Fang sighed in relief. At his feet, the electric python gazed at Fang Yang with pure adoration, the image of Cyan Aura completely erased from its mind.

"Fang Yang is truly a god among men," Lin Tianxue, Le Shiyu, and the others sighed in admiration, unable to tear their eyes away from him.

"This is a disaster. How could Uncle Xuan do such a thing?!" Dongfang Xuezhi’s head throbbed. After this fiasco, the very purpose of holding the festival had been severely undermined.

His defeated opponents—Li Yang, Zeng Long, and Cheng Ningjin—were all questioning their very existence.

Even Zhang Ye couldn’t help but break into applause, cheering for Fang Yang.

Meanwhile, back in the misty shadows, Sen You’s face was livid. He turned and stormed away.

Sen You seethed with resentment, thinking, ’Damn you, brat. So you escaped from my grasp... but can you escape from the grasp of Wei’Er and Brother Yue?’