Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San

Wang Yan shrugged his shoulders, "Just me might indeed not be enough, after all, you\'re at the Eighth Stage Level, and so am I. Who made me the waste of the family? So much a waste that I, despite being the legitimate eldest son, am about to be stripped of my right to the throne by my dear old dad. So, what choice do I have but to be forced to eliminate a potential threat? Don\'t think I don\'t know that your closeness to my so-called younger sister is because you heard that my old dad is entertaining the idea of declaring her one of the heirs to the throne. You\'re thinking too much, dad\'s doing this only to stimulate the competitiveness in me and my useless younger brothers."

Here, he paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to Pretty Girl standing behind Song Junhou, "But this younger sister of mine, she really is a bit more diligent than us, not even fourteen years old and already at the Sixth Stage. That\'s a bit troublesome. If she becomes the heir apparent, she\'ll be favored by the Divine priority rule, which would pose a bit of a threat. And our Peacock Demon Clan, as descendants of the Great Peacock Demon, how could we possibly allow a mixed blood to garner this possibility? Only with her blood can we cleanse this stain. The mistake our dad made back then, let me, his son, clean it up for him."

Song Junhou\'s face grew uglier by the second, he certainly could feel that the four clansmen of the Peacock Demon Clan surrounding them were all very formidable, all possessing Eighth Stage Level cultivation bases. And on their side, there was only one at the Eighth Stage. What\'s more, the Peacock Demon Clan is a legacy of the Great Peacock Demon, and although there is no Great Demon Emperor in this branch anymore, the strength of their bloodline is extremely powerful. At the same level, he might not even be a match for Wang Yan.

"You all, if you pretend that you haven\'t seen or noticed anything, it\'s not like I can\'t spare you guys. It\'ll just be as if she fell into the mouth of a Demon Beast. You know I\'m the legitimate eldest son, and even my worthless younger brothers are no match for me. Once I inherit the throne and carry on the Demon Emperor\'s will, I can also cover for you."

Unless absolutely necessary, Wang Yan really didn\'t want to kill Song Junhou, after all, he was direct blood of the Golden Family. If he killed him and it was revealed, it would also cause great trouble for Wang Yan. So the things he said before were more for intimidation.

Song Junhou did waver, naturally he intended to curry favor with Pretty Girl, not just because of her beauty, but also because of the needs of his family. The internal struggle within the Golden Family was severe, and to inherit the throne in the future, he needed not only personal strength but also external support. It was upon hearing that Pretty Girl might be selected by the current Peacock Demon King as one of the potential heirs that he entertained this idea. Otherwise, with her being of Human bloodline, his pride in the Golden Family\'s bloodline would never consider getting close to her.

But now, faced with the potential threat to his life and knowing the Peacock Demon Clan is very strong in terms of speed, and with so many powerful beings present, even escaping would be very difficult, which made him hesitate.

Should he fall at the hands of Wang Yan, especially in these deep mountains and woods, if they were to be completely eradicated, his family might not find out. He was not the only heir of his family.

And to Wang Yan, such actions of eliminating threats seemed quite normal; when one\'s right to inheritance faced threats, such scenarios would emerge within any Demon Beast race. This was the law of the survival of the fittest among the Monsters.

It\'s just, if he simply stepped aside, would Wang Yan really spare him?

Seeing his obvious hesitation, Wang Yan\'s smile became even richer, "You should be very clear whether a mixed blood has a chance, or I, the legitimate eldest son, has a greater opportunity. In the history of our Demon Race, there has never been an incident of mixed blood inheriting the throne, and it will not start with her. The Ancestral Court will not permit it either. She is just a tool brought out to motivate us. Think it through and step aside. I\'m a man of my word, we won\'t kill her in front of you, just take her away. You just have to pretend you didn\'t see anything."

Song Junhou took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, "No way. If you want to take her away, you\'ll have to defeat me first." As he spoke, he emanated a bright golden glow, and with a step, he charged directly towards Wang Yan.

Wang Yan was taken aback. The boy had clearly been wavering, so why did he suddenly make a move? But in the next instant, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He wouldn\'t even need to lift a finger. A Peacock Demon with a spread fan of feathers behind him had already dashed out, the Peacock feathers on his back radiating a brilliant light, the strange colorful glow devouring the heaven earth origin energy in the air. With a strike of his right hand, the palm shimmered with five-colored light, directly meeting Song Junhou\'s charge.

With a thunderous boom, Song Junhou was sent flying out.

And as he made his move, the other members of the team also acted at the same time, each attacking the Peacock Demon Clan members beside them. However, the strength of the four Peacock Demon Clan escorts was extremely strong, and in almost an instant, they knocked them to the ground and swept them down the slope.

In just a few breaths\' time, only Wang Yan and the other five Peacock Demon Clansmen remained on the hillside, along with Pretty Girl, who from beginning to end neither moved nor made a sound.

Tang San had quietly approached as soon as these Peacock Demons appeared, and he could clearly hear their conversation. He also witnessed Song Junhou and the others get beaten down the slope.

Is the Golden Lion Dog that weak? Of course not. Because he saw with his own eyes that after the Golden Lion Dog was knocked down the slope, they simply ran away. Yes, along with the other few teammates who had also been knocked down the slope, they just ran. Not a single one was hurt.

Something was fishy, there had to be something fishy.

Either it was a prearranged scheme, or a deal had just been struck. Seeing how fast they ran, the latter seemed much more likely.

"My dear younger sister, now we can have a proper talk," Wang Yan said, his lips curling up, while the other four Peacock Demons slowly advanced, tightening their encirclement.

Pretty Girl remained calm, her eyes filled with icy coldness, "I have nothing to say to you, and I am not your sister."

Wang Yan\'s eyes sparkled with a cold gleam, "Of course, I hope you are not my sister. With your looks, if you were not related by blood, it would be quite nice to have you as a concubine when you grow up. Unfortunately, you were born into the wrong body. And you shouldn\'t have made father love you so much. Come with us, I won\'t kill you. Otherwise, our shared bloodline would alert father. I will just imprison you until I take the throne, and naturally, I will release you then."

Hearing his words, Pretty Girl sneered, "With your cowardly nature, afraid of both the wolf ahead and the tiger behind, you still wish to succeed the throne? If you really were to inherit it, the Peacock Demon Clan would truly be doomed."

Wang Yan flew into a rage. What he hated most was being called useless ever since he was a child, even though he truly had average talent and lacked effort. The more a monster like him was like this, the more he wanted to prove himself. He might not have any impressive abilities, but he certainly had a proud heart.

"Take her!" Wang Yan shouted angrily.

The four Eighth Stage Level Peacock Demons were about to strike, but at that moment, they suddenly sensed something and scattered in all directions.

A chill light fell from the sky, with no sound whatsoever.