Chapter 4877
- "Haha, Wu Changtian, my Feather Race has lost over two thousand talented disciples, and I, Zhao Lingxiao, have lost three sons. Now, you want to settle the score with me? Fine, even if you don't come looking for me, I will come looking for you. From now on, the real war between the Feather Race and the Human Race will begin. Prepare yourselves, let's go."
- Zhao Lingxiao was exasperated. He gritted his teeth and shouted. Then, he turned around and left with the people of the Feather Race.
- "Patriarch, are we going to go back just like that?"