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He is like my brother. The leader looked at Yunxi, his eyes devoid of any expression

However, Yunxi did not escape, perhaps because of an inability to abandon family, or perhaps due to anger

At the foot of the ancient vine staircase stood the leader of the Stark family. He was a young avian man, holding the ancestral bow of the Stark family, the "Ancient Loque Bow." Two light infantrymen stood in front of him, raising their shields; one was responsible for shielding the leader, while the other was tasked with protecting the elderly man riding a black horse beside the leader.

I prove my loyalty to God with the blood of my brothers; the teacher must now believe that my will is unshakable, right? The leader turned to look at the old man

It should have been this way... I, the Wing Clan, should have been the master of the Feather Tribe! said the leader

This city is like a forest, now transformed into a raging inferno. Ancient trees that have stood for thousands of years and old tree houses that have existed for hundreds of years are groaning in the flames, along with the unfortunate souls trapped inside the tree houses who cannot escape. Sporadic battles continue, as archers bearing the maple leaf emblem of House Stark methodically shoot down the last few hundred able-bodied men of the city of Baimuer. One thousand five hundred light infantry have already surrounded the largest tree house in Baimuer. This tree house resembles a palace, lifted into the air by twelve intertwined millennial greenwood trees, adorned with exquisitely crafted gold-green glass windows of river weaving, yet those precious panes have shattered, and the sound of women's lamentations can be heard from within.

Yilin Vitas Stark, the master of the Stark family, raised his ancient bow and roared at the sky, when he saw the blood-stained eyes of Yunxi. His heart was filled with the anticipation of conquering the world, yet tears silently traced down his cheeks

In the realm of the feathered beings, it is well known that only He Xue can bring about the demise of He Xue

Remove the stones that block the way, otherwise we will not even be able to step out of our own door. You will kill others in the future, perhaps some who will cause you even greater sorrow," the old man said. "If you hesitate, turn back now, while the mistakes we have made are still few.

We, the people of Donglu, say that heroes can achieve what others cannot, the old man said

The divine general will reward your loyalty, and the Wing clan will reclaim the position of the Emperor of the Feathered Tribe. You will rule Ningzhou... perhaps the entire world!" said the old man. "Send out envoys to inform all of Ningzhou that they can choose to submit or face the same fate as the city-state of Baimu'er!"

Yun Xi also looked at him, the fury in her eyes capable of burning down the entire world

Until his death, he did not close his eyes, nor did he let go of his bow

I understand your meaning," the leader said

In the same year and month, the city-state of Baimu'er in Ningzhou

For centuries, this treehouse has belonged to the lord of the city-state of Baimu'er. At this moment, he stands on the ancient vine staircase leading to the treehouse, holding a family heirloom bow and arrow in his hand. A total of ten arrowheads are entwined with luxurious feathers of brown and gold, six of which he has already used, each piercing through a light infantryman of the Stark family. Behind him, a pair of pure white wings proudly unfurls.

"That is already quite a lot," the leader said

He suddenly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, shooting directly at Yunxi without aiming. Yunxi deflected the arrow with the tip of his bow and quickly retrieved another arrow to prepare for a counterattack. However, what followed was a torrential rain of arrows; in the instant the leader drew his bow, one thousand five hundred light infantrymen all drew their bows. The feathered arrows pierced through every part of Yunxi's body, forcing him to stagger back a few steps, impaling him against a green catalpa tree. The proud white-feathered wings that symbolized the crane and snow were shattered under the rain of arrows, with feathers silently drifting down, some pure white, some blood red. The feathered arrows pierced through every part of Yunxi's body, forcing him to stagger back a few steps, impaling him against a green catalpa tree. The proud white-feathered wings that symbolized the crane and snow were shattered under the rain of arrows, with feathers silently drifting down, some pure white, some blood red.

I have heard that His Highness Yunxi was your childhood friend," the old man said softly, looking up at Yunxi, "He even risked being expelled from the Crane Snow Society to plead for you with the Feather Emperor.

The current master of the city-state of Baimu'er, Yunxi Legu Baimu'er, is a well-known elite of the Crane Snow. He once served loyally under the Feather Emperor. He was defeated, yet he could have soared away, as few in the entire Feather Clan could catch up to him. Even though the Eagle Eye archer from the Stark city-state amazed all of Ningzhou, there was not a single Crane Snow in the Stark family.