Outside the Holy Land of the Celestial Phoenix Race, the atmosphere was filled with a murderous chill.
Facing Zhouyang's questioning, the four sixth-tier presences of the Celestial Phoenix Race, including Qing Lan, remained silent, no one answering.
Their silence made Zhouyang's expression grow increasingly ugly.
He stared intensely at the current Clan Leader of the Celestial Phoenix Race, Jiang Fengxian's biological father, and coldly shouted, "What? Is this question difficult for you to answer? Or do you think I don't dare to take action!"
"Human boy, watch your words, you..."
"Shut up! Was the lesson I gave you last time not deep enough? Do you want another one?"
Zhouyang's momentum surged as he turned and glared fiercely at the speaking white-haired elder, Jiang Fengxian's grandfather, filled with murderous intent.
At this moment, he was like a powder keg about to explode, needing only a slight external force to ignite.
