The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 451 - 336: Death of Xylon Phoenix

Xylon Phoenix stared at the dagger on Ruby’s neck, his eyes nearly bursting with rage.

He didn’t have much affection for Ruby, only finding her beautiful and agreeable, which is why he kept her by his side.

But Ruby was carrying his child, his future hope.

Now both had perished.

Xylon Phoenix slowly raised his head and looked at Soren Phoenix circling in the sky, a strong murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "Rebellious son, I will make you pay with your blood."

Soren Phoenix tilted his head, speaking the cruelest words in the most innocent tone, "Father, don’t worry, I’ll send you to reunite with Matron right away."

"Insolent!"

Xylon Phoenix was engulfed in blazing Phoenix Fire, twisting the high temperatures of The Phoenix Tree Hall instantly, "Today, as Clan Leader, I will cleanse the household!"

Suddenly, a thunderous rumble came from outside the hall.

Horace Valerius’s Dragon Tail smashed half of the palace, with the mighty roaring voice of The Dragon Clan leader echoing from the rubble, "Old fool, your opponent is me!"

Soren Phoenix took the opportunity to swoop down, his sharp claws aiming directly at Xylon Phoenix’s heart.

But just as he was about to succeed, he abruptly swerved to avoid the Phoenix True Fire sprayed by Xylon Phoenix.

He knew too well the cunning of this old fox, and sure enough, he saw the glint of a hidden poisoned needle under his opponent’s feathers.

"Cousin!"

Suddenly, Soren Phoenix shouted aloud.

A golden light broke in from above.

Mael Valerius’s dragon claw accurately clamped down on the top of Xylon Phoenix’s skull, the dark golden vertical pupils swirling with brutality, "My aunt must have been blind to have taken a liking to you back then."

Xylon Phoenix’s face turned ashen, feeling a chilling sensation from the top of his head that made his heart tremble, instantly realizing death was near.

He desperately wanted to break free, but found himself firmly locked in place, unable to move an inch.

The Phoenix Clan elders, seeing the situation was dire, rushed over, surrounding the trio.

The Great Elder stood in the front, looking at Soren Phoenix but spoke with a guilty sound, "Young Master, patricide will be punished by the heavens!"

"Punished by the heavens?"

Soren Phoenix reverted to human form and landed, his plain white Beast Robe fluttering in the heat wave.

He bent down and withdrew the dagger embedded in Ruby’s neck, a gift from Luna at the time, naturally not to be discarded.

Then he took a clean Beast Cloth from his chest pocket, leisurely wiping the bloodstains off.

His gaze turned to the elders, "Why didn’t the heavens strike him with lightning when this old codger killed my Matron?"

The elders present looked at each other, a few awkward expressions appearing on their faces.

They found themselves unable to argue that the madam had died of illness.

After all, the blatant evidence was in front of everyone; no one was blind.

Moreover, the Clan Leader’s downfall was apparent, and Soren Phoenix as the sole heir was undeniably destined to take the throne.

Why offend the future helmsman of The Phoenix Clan for a dying man? The elders present realized this and tactfully stopped obstructing.

The Great Elder was the first to retreat a step, bowing respectfully, "The entire Phoenix Clan welcomes the Young Master’s ascension."

The other elders exchanged glances and bowed in unison to emulate.

"Welcome the Young Master’s ascension."

"Welcome the Young Master’s ascension."

"Welcome the Young Master’s ascension."

...

In an instant, before the Phoenix Tree Hall, now half-collapsed and nearly a ruin, bowed the high echelons of The Phoenix Clan.

Outside the hall, the remaining elite warriors of The Phoenix Clan, hearing the voices from inside, intelligently knelt and shouted in unison:

"Welcome the Young Master’s ascension."

Their voices were deafening.

Soren Phoenix looked at the Phoenix Clan elders bowing in submission before him and the elite warriors outside the hall, feeling little joy in his heart.

When Matron died back then, not one of these old things stepped forward to speak. Now they only submitted under pressure, not sincerely.

However, there was time for the future.

He would make these old things genuinely and willingly bow their heads in due time.

If they were truly stubborn and dared to play any tricks in secret, they couldn’t blame him for being ruthless.

His strength had already reached the twelfth level, giving him enough capital to intimidate these people.

Xylon Phoenix, pinned to the ground by Mael Valerius’s dragon claw, watched in vain as the power he had cultivated for many years turned coat, his eyes nearly bursting with fury, "You bastards, after all I’ve done for you, you actually..."

"Noisy."

Mael Valerius snorted coldly, the golden dragon claw suddenly tightening, directly exploding the top of Xylon Phoenix’s skull.

The Phoenix Clan Chief, deceased!

Then he transformed into human form and landed, the dark gold Beast Robe fluttering.

He glanced at the dead old Phoenix on the ground, unhurriedly taking out a Beast Cloth to wipe his hands, his expression one of disdain.

Soren Phoenix looked at Xylon Phoenix’s corpse on the ground, slowly squatting down, reaching out to close those unyielding eyes.

"Matron, your son has avenged you."

His voice was soft, carrying relief and liberation.