Supreme Spiritual Beast

"Does Heartless want to be perfect?"

Yi Yi's face was sorrowful. She sighed, "Personally killing your most beloved one and bearing the baptism of endless pain can allow you to reach the Great Perfection Stage."

"This …"

Some of the White Feather Race experts who didn't understand "Heartless" had expressions that constantly changed. They had never thought that the Holy Maiden would pay so much for them.

"Then the Holy Maiden now …"

A Sunshine Ranked expert asked in a soft voice. His voice was filled with sorrow and anger.

When did the powerful White Feather need the Holy Maiden to make such a sacrifice?

To kill one's own beloved with one's own hands... What kind of pain and grief was this? It had to be known that the White Feather Tribe only cared about their own partners and never betrayed them.

A White Feather Race could only have one lover in their entire lives. The White Feather Race could give up everything for their lover!

If a White Feather Race member fell in love with a powerful non-humankind expert, that expert would become the enemy of the White Feather Race. In the end, that White Feather Race member who fell in love with the non-humankind would become the enemy of his own mother.

This was the love of the White Feathered Race, causing all races in the second realm to tremble … Saliva!

"Training Heartless requires one to have great willpower and be able to endure this sort of pain and sorrow. "I believe all of you are aware of our White Feather Tribe's situation. Holy Maiden is not a person with shallow willpower, but …"

"What's going on?"

The White Feather clan's third elder couldn't help but ask. Even though he was an elder of the White Feather clan, he didn't know that practicing "Heartless" required him to give up so much!

"The Holy Maiden could not bear the news and fell into a whirlpool of emotions."

Yi's words silenced all the White Feathered Race members. At this moment, the Sacred Palace had turned into a deathly silent scene.

"Hee hee …" "Zi Cheng, I believe in you!"

The Han Han Qing suddenly danced on the throne. Although his gentle voice was soft, the White Feathered Race present were all powerful experts. How could they not hear his words?

"Gentle and soft …" Let my heart, the spirit Miasma fly... Dyeing my soul … "

"Messiah... The heavens and earth are old, they are filled with vigor … "A broken heart …"

A melodious and beautiful song resounded throughout the Sacred Palace. The beautiful voice was filled with the feelings of yearning and infatuation, as well as grief and pain.

All of the White Feather Race powerhouses present could feel the emotional fluctuations permeating the air. Their eyes turned red, and tears streamed down their cheeks.

The body of a slightly aged expert of the White Feather Tribe trembled uncontrollably as murky tears rolled down from his eyes.

"Eight elders, I need an explanation …"

The old man's voice was hoarse and lifeless. A towering rage was hidden underneath his sorrowful tone. If the rage were to burst out, it would be enough to incinerate anyone.

He was originally a powerful existence that cultivated in seclusion to seal the mountain, but because he was protecting the White Feather Tribe, his lifespan was running low. He was prepared to ascend to the third realm soon.

Han Qing, the Saint Daughter of the White Feather Tribe, had watched him grow up.

In his heart, the ice was no different from his own granddaughter.

He thought of the innocent face and innocent tone of the girl, Han Li, when she was young …

He then looked at the crazed look on the man's face and the mournful singing voice …

Seeing her granddaughter in such pain and grief, the old man's heart was bleeding!

The expressions of the eight White Feather Tribe elders changed when they heard this, because they all knew the old man's identity. They could also feel the overflowing rage hidden within the old man's words, as well as a sinister killing intent.

If they didn't give a clear explanation today, the entire White Feather Tribe would most likely be massacred.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, all the experts of the White Feather Tribe turned to look at the eight White Feather Tribe elders.

The eyes of some old man like Mountain Sealing Cultivators flashed with a cold light. Even if their feelings for Han Qing weren't as strong as the old man's, they weren't that far off.

After all, the icy cold of their youth was the spiritual support for these warriors who were fighting on the border of the battlefield.

They were Iron-Blood Warriors who had fought for the White Feather Tribe and had fought for the White Feather Race. Although they were worshipped and worshipped by the White Feather Race, they had also paid a heavy price in silence.

They did not know when they would die, or when they would die in battle. Therefore, a loving family was an extravagant hope for them. It was an unattainable luxury.

So they have no family, no children... There was no one who loved and loved him.

As for the cute and adorable Han Qing, he would often stay by their side and chat and play with these heroes when they were young. Therefore, in their hearts … A cold aura was their daughter and granddaughter.

To make their daughters and granddaughters suffer such grievances was no less than drawing their blood and crushing their hearts.

They had contributed too much to the White Feathers when they were young, so after their later years they decided to leave it to themselves.

Someone who dared to make their daughter and granddaughter so sad, die in hundreds of battles … Kill him!

Children... Don't worry, with us old guys supporting you from behind, no one will dare to threaten you!

The other White Feathered Race experts' eyes were filled with doubt and anger. They were also doubtful as to why the most respected Holy Maiden of the White Feather Race would endure such torture.

They were angry over why the Holy Maiden of the White Feather Tribe was suffering such pain, and why … You are the Holy Maiden of the White Feather Tribe, you should not have endured such torture!

The Holy Maiden had humiliated Bai Yu, this was the bottom line in the White Feather Tribe's hearts.

The eight elders of the White Feather Tribe felt the ruthless anger and sorrow in the eyes of these powerhouses. Each and every one of them felt their scalp tingle with numbness.

One had to know that almost all of the White Feather Race's experts who had heard the alarm had entered the Holy Palace. It could be said that almost all of the White Feather Race's experts had entered the Holy Palace.

Of course, the white feather people who were traveling and hunting were not counted.

All of these experts had joined forces. Even though the Elder's Institution was quite powerful, at this moment, it was like a small sailboat in a turbulent sea that could be destroyed at any time.

"Senior Qing …"

The grand elder forcefully endured the discomfort in his heart and took a step forward. He carefully spoke to soothe the old man's killing intent.

"Speak!"

The old man growled as he stared at the grand elder. The killing intent in his eyes caused the grand elder's hair to stand on end.