chsdbacks Chapter 173: The Peacock Demon Clan
Chapter 173: The Peacock Demon Clan
Chapter 173: The Peacock Demon Clan
The young man addressed as Wang Yan gave a slight smile. "Oh no, I'm so scared! Don't you realize how stupid you're being? I was planning to let you go, but now that you're threatening me, I guess I have no choice but to silence you by killing you. Having someone from a golden bloodline as a companion in death for my so-called sister is not a bad option either."
Song Junhou's face changed. "Wang Yan, you're just the trash of your family. Do you have that much confidence that you can defeat us?"
Wang Yan shrugged. "Well, maybe I'm not cut out for this; after all, we're both eighth-order. And me being the black sheep? As the legitimate eldest son, I’m about to lose my inheritance to my dad’s whims. So, I have no choice but to take out anyone threatening me. Don’t think I haven’t figured out why you're getting close to my so-called sister. It’s because you heard my dad might make her an heir to the throne, right? You're reading too much into it. My dad's just trying to fire up some competition between me and my useless brothers."
Pausing, he turned his gaze to Mei Gongzi behind Song Junhou. "But yeah, my sister does work harder than us. She’s not even fourteen and already a sixth-order, which is kind of annoying. If she ends up being the rightful heir, she’d have the divine precedence law on her side, making her a real threat. How can we, descendants of the Peacock Demon Emperor, let a half-blood mutt compete for this? We can only wipe away this disgrace with her blood. As her brother, it is my duty to fix this mess."
Song Junhou's expression grew even nastier. He could feel the immense power of the four Peacock Demon clansmen around him—all of eighth-order cultivation. On their side, he was the only one of the eighth order. Moreover, the Peacock Demon clan was the clan of a Great Demon King. Even though there was no Demon Emperor ruling over them at the moment, their bloodline power was extreme. At the same level, he might not even be a match for Wang Yan.
"If all of you pretend you haven't seen or heard anything, I might just let you off the hook. We can pretend that she just fell into the mouth of a demonic beast. As the legitimate eldest son, even my useless brothers are not as good as me. Once I inherit the throne and carry on the will of the Demon King, I will offer you my favor."
Unless necessary, Wang Yan didn't want to kill Song Junhou. After all, he was the direct descendant of a golden bloodline. If he killed him with no good reason and information got out, Wang Yan himself would be in big trouble. So, his previous words were more for intimidation.
Song Junhou indeed hesitated. He naturally intended to curry favor with Mei Gongzi not just for her beauty, but more so for the needs of his family. The internal strife within the Golden Lion Family was severe. To inherit the throne in the future, not only did he need to be strong himself, but external support was also necessary. He had heard that Mei Gongzi might be one of the candidates for the current Demon King's throne, which was why he had this idea. Otherwise, given Mei Gongzi's human bloodline and the pride of his Golden Family's bloodline, he would never have approached her.
Faced with the potential danger to his life and considering the Peacock Demon clan's exceptional speed, escaping in front of so many powerful beings seemed incredibly difficult, causing him to hesitate.
If he were to fall at the hands of Wang Yan, especially in these remote mountains, and his comrades were utterly silenced, his family might not even find out. Besides, he wasn't the only heir in his family.
Of course he wasn’t. Tang San watched as he and his teammates fled immediately after being knocked down the mountain side. Yes—he had simply taken his teammates and run away.
There was clearly some trickery involved. It was either a pre-arranged scheme or a newly reached agreement. Given the initial conversation and how quickly they ran, the latter seemed more likely.
"My dear sister, now we can have a good talk," Wang Yan said, a smile curling up his lips, as the other four Peacock Demons slowly moved forward, tightening the circle.
Mei Gongzi's face remained calm, her eyes cold. "I have nothing to say to you, and I'm not your sister."
A cold light flickered in Wang Yan's eyes. "Honestly, I also wish you weren't my sister. With your looks, if we weren't related, it’d be nice to have you as a concubine when you’re older. Too bad you were born into this mess. You shouldn’t have made our dad like you so much. Just come with us. I won’t kill you—don’t want to alert our dad through our bloodline connection. I’ll just lock you up until I take the throne, and then I’ll let you go."
Hearing his words, Mei Gongzi scoffed coldly. "Hmpf! With your cowardly character, you’re still dreaming of inheriting the throne? If you do, that will be the end of the Peacock Demons."
Wang Yan flew into a rage. His most tremendous and deep resentment was due to being labeled as useless since childhood. Though his talent was indeed mediocre, and he was not diligent, such demons were often the ones who desired to prove themselves the most. He might not have any skills to be proud of, but he certainly had a proud heart.
"Take her down!" Wang Yan bellowed in anger.
The four eighth-order Peacock Demons were about to make their move, but they suddenly sensed something and abruptly scattered in all directions.
A cold light fell from the sky, silent as a whisper.