"Who killed the Young Master of my race!"
A booming voice like rolling thunder resounded, making everyone's eardrums ache.
An old man with salt-and-pepper hair suddenly appeared in the sky above them. On his back was a pair of wings wreathed in silver light, covered in strange, flowing patterns that were both mysterious and profound.
His hawk-like eyes swept over the crowd, finally landing on Yuh Hao's corpse. Instantly, a blazing fire of rage ignited in his gaze.
Earlier, Yuh Hao's Soul Seal had vanished, but he hadn't believed Yuh Hao was dead. He refused to believe anyone would dare kill the Young Master of the Feather Race, or that anyone would dare provoke the Feather Race.
But upon seeing Yuh Hao's corpse, he knew he had been gravely mistaken.
"Tell me, who killed him!"
The old man's gaze was frigid as he drew a silver longbow, aiming it at the crowd below. Inscriptions floated along the bow's body, and a silver light flickered, radiating killing intent.
