"Our king was forced to death by you." Soone shouted.
"Fla, don’t forget this is Miaojiang, not your Fla Sect. What right have you to ddle?" Soone questioned.
"Simply because I am stronger than you." Fla turned around, "Kill!"
However, how can people willingly embrace death? Even if the forces are vastly different, they will make a desperate struggle. So, these Miao people sentenced to death by Fla began their last stand.
The mystery of Miaojiang, the reason it has remained independent for so many years, lies in its poisonous insects, plants, and gases. These people may not know martial arts but everyone has so survival skills, like poisoning and curses.
Therefore, a one-sided massacre did not ensue; instead, many disciples of the Fla Sect fell to the ground screaming.
Fla originally intended to leave, but seeing the situation, he was instantly enraged, leaping back with tenfold inner strength gathered in his hands. Wherever his palm wind reached, there was bloody carnage and cries of agony.
"Burn it." Fla looked at those who resisted the fiercest and were now powerless, then waved his hand and left.
Soon behind him, a raging fire broke out, burning not only the bodies of the slain Miao people but also the Fla Sect disciples tainted by Miaojiang’s poisonous gases and insects.
Thus perished a generation of Miaojiang kings, and the Royal Tribe turned to ashes overnight.
This led to the disruption of Miaojiang’s unification, returning it to the era of independent tribal governance, which would continue until the next Miaojiang king erged.
However, the death of Jin Yuka not only threw Miaojiang into chaos but also left the previously ford Miaojiang military leaderless. Though people were unclear about what happened, the Miaojiang king was the god to all of Miaojiang, and without the god’s leadership and command, they naturally would not obey the Fla Sect’s orders. Thus, overnight, Miaojiang’s soldiers began to desert, fiercely clashing with the Fla Sect’s followers, resulting in casualties on both sides.
Receiving this news, Fla smashed another table in anger.
In a relatively secluded building of the Huaka Tribe in Miaojiang.
Ran Lei brought two bowls of porridge into the room.
Ayang was sitting at the table in tears, with a wooden box containing Divine Incense on the table, and her hand clutching the ring given to her by Jin Yuka.
On the bed next to her lay a swaddled infant, a five or six-month-old baby sleeping sweetly with eyes closed. He was Jin Bao, Ayang’s youngest brother, whom she took with her when she fled after he was born motherless.
"Princess, have sothing to eat." Ran Lei sighed, placing the bowl of porridge on the table.
"Alei, how did it suddenly co to this?" Ayang shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at Ran Lei, "Isn’t this a dream?" When the dream ends, everything would return to normal.
"Ayang." Ran Lei placed his hands on Ayang’s shoulders, "Look at ."
Ayang looked up into his eyes.
"Ayang, this isn’t a dream. Miaojiang is truly facing a great calamity." Ran Lei looked at Ayang seriously, "We must pull ourselves together to overco this difficult ti. Now is not the ti for tears, do you understand?"
"I..."
Just then, Jin Bao, who was asleep, suddenly started crying.
Ayang had no ti for anything else, hurriedly getting up to pick up her brother. The little one was hungry, but she did not know how to feed him.
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