Zhuo Jiuqu looked behind him like help, "Since ancient times, the ancestral teachings have been the foundation of our ancient tribe's governance. If the ancestral teachings are changed and everything we have done before, what's the point?"

Taoyao sneered and glanced at everyone: "The country is not a country, and the tribe is not a tribe... You still have the mind to follow the rules set by our ancestors here."

"Taoyao, nothing you said is useless... We all know that you have violated the ancestral teachings... Of course, it won't..."

"What a fool..." Feng Qingcheng suddenly sneered proudly: "With your IQ, how did you become the high priest?"

"Feng Qingcheng, what did you say..." If it weren't for fear of Feng Chongtian and Mu Chenxiao, the first person Zhuo Jiuqu wanted to kill was Feng Qingcheng.

"Zhuo Jiuqu, can't you hear the meaning of my aunt's words?" Feng Qingcheng looked at the people around him coldly: "The country is not a country, and the tribe is not a tribe... Don't you care about the meaning of this sentence?"

"Feng Qingcheng, what do you want to exaggerate?"

A bloody sharp light suddenly flashed across Feng Qingcheng's eyes, sharp and cold.

The invisible mental power instantly locked Zhuo Jiuqu, making him unable to move at all.

The lotus steps moved slightly, and she slowly stood in front of him, her eyes as if they were like blades, and they entered his eyes.

"Master Zhuo, I, Feng Qingcheng, is not as fraternal as my father, nor does the patience of the Demon Emperor, and I don't have the verbal game with you... My purpose has always been that those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish... If someone insists on blocking my way, I don't mind the blood on my hands... Anyway, killing one person is going to hell, and killing countless people will not be able to rebirth... So, I don't care if you kill one more..."

Her wrist slowly raised and pinched Zhuo Jiuqu's neck.

Everyone's eyes shrank without realizing it. Feng Qingcheng was so obviously blasphemous and insulted that Zhuo Jiuqu, as the high priest, had no intention of resisting.

Could it be that he was really shocked by her words?

No one knew that Zhuo Jiuqu's clothes were already wet with sweat at this time.

At this time, he had used all his strength to get rid of this strange bondage, but he was powerless.

At this time, the hand Feng Qingcheng placed under his neck was too dangerous for him.

He was not afraid that Feng Qingcheng would kill him, but he could not stand such insults.

Feng Qingcheng slowly took it back and turned around.

"But I think if you are not justified, you will be dissatisfied... After all, you are the head of the priest... If you kill you rashly, I'm afraid my father won't agree..."

With a smile on her lips, she suddenly dissipated her mind.

Zhuo Jiuqu groaned, like a dehydrated fish returning to the long-lost deep sea, breathing happily.

His eyes trembled, and he looked at Feng Qingcheng who was gradually moving away, and suddenly shouted loudly, jumped out of thin air. The blade in his hand slashed through the air, stabbing Feng Qingcheng fiercely.

The smile on the corner of Feng Qingcheng's lips finally fully bloomed...

The palm trembled, and the sky suddenly appeared, the silver bow flipped, and an arrow shot out without looking back.

With the chirping sound, the energy of Qi entered Zhuo Jiuqu’s forehead, and burst out from the back of his head, bringing out a blood arrow.

Someone exclaimed in the crowd, but instantly subconsciously closed his mouth and looked at Feng Qingcheng with a very complicated look.

Feng Qingcheng withdrew the Tianque with his backhand and glanced at Zhuo Jiuqu on the ground with cold eyes.
Chapter completed!