Qingrong did not respond, nor did she even glance in the direction of any of those who spoke wildly.
But in the next instant, several flying feathers shot through the air, and the Saint with the loudest jeering smile suddenly fell, dead with eyes wide open.
"The Angel Clan is willing to submit to my Feather God Clan, isn't that a wise choice?"
"Once submitted, you are one of us. To mock further, do you wish to oppose the Miemeng Clan?"
Elder Miemeng Ku's aged voice echoed throughout the Temple, its indifference comparable to an iceberg.
The Saints and Holy Birds who had recently shown arrogance were suddenly panicked and knelt on the ground:
"We dare not! We beg for the Gods' forgiveness! We know our mistake!"
The Miemeng Divine Bird did not speak, while Miemeng Ku coldly snorted and continued to command:
"This is the Heavenly Gods Banquet, intended for celebration."
