Yang Fei leaped from the altar into the crowd, and with a sweeping hall leg, the three or four people at his landing point tumbled like rolling gourds.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Fei mingled into the crowd.

Initially, he could have just left, but he happened to witness Gonggong, in a fit of anger, kill a member of the Tian Wu clan.

How could Yang Fei miss such an opportunity? He performed his role as a supreme troublemaker, forcefully pushing Gonggong Sect and Tian Wu Sect into the abyss of firefights.

Gonggong and Tian Wu had no idea that whether it was the provoker from within the Gonggong clanspeople or the venomous curser from the Tian Wu clanspeople, and even the first shooter, they were all played by Yang Fei in his true colors.

Watching both sides come to blows, with countless casualties, this guy smirked so much that his mouth was crooked. He turned around covering his mouth and ran.

All the sentries and security forces were already drawn to the small melee in the square.

Yang Fei, almost effortlessly, rushed to the back mountain, returning once more to the secret chamber where the Witch Master had passed away.

Yang Fei strode over to the bronze chair, sat down grandiosely, and let out a long sigh.

Nuannuan and the Old Witch Master had been captured by the Rebel Army, and there was still no news from Dan Dan.

Yang Fei felt as if he had plunged headlong into an endlessly looping nightmare, one trouble after another, and he had no choice but to face them with his chest out.

He tried to lie back in the chair, attempting to relax and clear his mind.

The complexity of the Wu Clan was beyond Yang Fei's expectations, and he needed to calm down.

On the mountaintop, the intense sounds of gunfire gradually became scarce, and Yang Fei knew that the internal conflict he had instigated wouldn't last long.

After all, neither Gonggong nor Tian Wu were fools. As soon as they calmed down a bit, they would discover the anomaly.

In just half an hour, a full-scale search for Yang Fei would be launched, but Yang Fei wasn't worried.

Unless True Martial masters like the Twelve Witch Kings personally mobilized, ordinary soldiers couldn't possibly find Yang Fei.

What troubled Yang Fei was Nuannuan.

Despite having merged with the Great Witch Essence Blood, this little girl still had a somewhat immature mind, and it was challenging for her to control old foxes like the Twelve Witch Kings.

"Perhaps, rescue Nuannuan, convince her to give up the position of Witch Master, and flee far away," Yang Fei thought in his heart, tapping the back of the chair rhythmically with his fingers, lost in thought.

After resting for a while, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar.

Yang Fei, like a nimble lynx, darted to hide behind a god statue.

A small squad of soldiers, about ten people, rushed in, searched around, and hurriedly left.

When the last soldier exited the stone cave, a large hand suddenly reached out from the side, grabbed his throat, and dragged him into the darkness.

A few seconds later, Yang Fei, now in a military uniform, stealthily crept out of the stone cave, trailing the patrolling soldiers out.

At this moment, the bloody brawl in the altar square had already ended.

In just a few minutes of close-quarters fire, both Gonggong Sect and Tian Wu Sect suffered heavy losses, and other Witch Kings had timely intervened to stabilize the situation.

At this moment, the nine rebel Witch Kings had gathered in the temple hall.

The Witch Clan Temple, located eight hundred meters behind the altar, was entirely constructed of stone, with a rough and primitive appearance, serving as the place where the leaders of the Wu Clan conducted their affairs.

At this moment, Gonggong and Tian Wu were still furious, accusing each other, yet maintaining restraint.

After the brawl, both sides investigated the instigator of the first shot, and after careful inspection and inquiries, realized that this person wasn't from either of the two clans.

Moreover, someone discovered that as soon as the brawl began, this person had already quietly left.

Both Tian Wu and Gonggong realized very clearly that they had been set up once again.

And this instigator was most likely the troublemaking Yang Fei.

Considering the despicableness of this supreme troublemaker, both Gonggong and Tian Wu ground their teeth in hatred.

But the upside was that it shifted the hostility between them.

This was the first meeting after the success of the rebellion. Both Gonggong and Tian Wu were injured to varying degrees and were rife with conflicts, so the neutral Witch King Dijiang presided over the meeting.

Dijiang, still dressed like a gentleman in a tailcoat and tie, his hair styled with pomade, looked like an elegant penguin.

He wore a hat, held a cane, and had a friendly, warm smile on his face.

From the outside, it was hard to detect his status as a top figure in the Wu Clan.

But the other Witch Kings knew very well that Dijiang was not an easy person to deal with.

This guy, with the Dijiang lineage, had risen in Moguo to become the largest arms dealer in Melbourne, subtly becoming the kingpin in the underworld.

"Gentlemen, aside from a little unpleasantness, our rebellion has indeed been very successful."

Dijiang chuckled, his eyes scanning each face, his smiling demeanor exuding a sense of kindness, making people feel as if they were in the spring breeze.

"Saintess Nuannuan and the Old Witch Master have been captured, the Four Great Protector Elders and Temple Knights have been banished. Although there are some discordant voices, they can't stop the rise of the Wu Clan."

Dijiang's words gained the approval of most people, but both Gonggong and Tian Wu snorted.

Although the rebellion was successful, due to Yang Fei's provocation, the two clans suffered heavy casualties, leaving both displeased.

Dijiang's slanted eyes flickered with a hint of somberness.

"These are not the most important; what's most important is that we can now confirm that the Witch Master has passed away."

As soon as Dijiang's words came out, the faces of many Witch Kings looked quite strange. Some appeared relieved, but more were somberly pained.

Dijiang let out a long sigh: "I know everyone feels the same as I do."

"If the Witch Master hadn't disappeared, hadn't passed away, we would never have rebelled or sought another path."

"The predecessor Witch Master was a genuine Wu Clan genius. As long as he was alive, I, with the Dijiang lineage, would have followed to the death."

Here, Dijiang shook his head.

"Unfortunately, heaven is jealous of heroic talents. The Witch Master has finally left us, and the future of the Wu Clan still relies on all of us sitting here, working with one heart and mind, governing diligently."

Dijiang's words won the resonance of the Witch Kings, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Just then, a sneer, as sharp as a steel needle, echoed.

"Then, gentlemen, how do you propose to deal with Saintess Nuannuan? What about the Old Witch Master? And what of our ancestral teachings, will they just be discarded?"

The voice was that of a woman, not loud, yet each question was sharper than the last.

All the Witch Kings turned to the temple door, where a woman had appeared.

The woman wore a yellow veil covering her face, dressed in a pale green dress with a slim figure and a considerable presence.

Following behind the woman were Zhu Rong and Ju Mang.

These two Witch Kings glared at everyone, their eyes carrying intense hostility.

Fourth update.

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