Ling stepped forward and said, "Feng Bu Ming, look at this."

Feng Bu Ming looked at Ling's raised fist, like a child who had done something wrong and wanted to quibble, looking east and west, just not at Ling's hand.

Ling walked over and punched Feng Bu Ming on the forehead: "I told you to look here!"

"Ouch, ouch..." Feng Bu Ming clutched his head. "What do you want to do?"

Ling said, "Change the family rules. Remove the one that says 'must kill on sight of a Wu (shaman).'"

Feng Bu Ming nodded solemnly: "Okay! Family rule number 27,821 is immediately abolished."

The Feng family members nodded solemnly in agreement, but the Wu Clan people were dumbfounded.

The Feng family was about to leave when they heard someone in the crowd say, "The one leading them is Hou Qing You Xin."

Feng Bu Ming's eyes widened in anger as he stared at Hei Ye Xiao, exuding killing intent: "Are you Hou Qing You Xin?"

"How dare you!" A Wu (shaman) master roared. "How dare you call the Great Lord by his real name!"

"Kill!" Without saying a word, Feng Bu Ming waved his hand and ordered the Feng family to kill.

"Don't do it!" It was too late for Feng Ruo Xing to stop them.

The Feng family experts pounced on the Wu Clan like wolves.

Hei Ye Xiao's subordinates were not to be outdone, and the Miao Jiang warriors drew their sabers and stepped forward.

The two sides charged at each other from a distance of less than fifty meters, and it would only take a few seconds before they clashed.

In the nick of time, the ground of the Misty Rain Pavilion suddenly exploded, and a wall half a meter thick burst out of the ground, standing between the two forces.

The vanguards of both sides, unable to stop in time, crashed into the wall, suffering bloody head wounds.

The blood-stained stone wall was not damaged in the slightest, but instead extended in different directions at an even faster speed.

After a brief pause, the same stone walls rose one after another in the Misty Rain Pavilion, and the Feng family experts who couldn't dodge were separated.

Feng Bu Ming wanted to find his clansmen, but was once again blocked by a suddenly rising stone wall. When he looked back, all of his clansmen had disappeared, and only he himself was trapped in an area only three meters square.

In this short moment, countless stone walls divided the Misty Rain Pavilion into countless areas, separating the Feng family members.

When Feng Bu Ming looked up at the sky, he only saw a piece of the sky the size of his palm—the walls, which should have been only one or two meters high, inexplicably gave people the illusion of being towering and insurmountable.

Feng Bu Ming struck the wall several times, and although the wall skin scattered under his heavy palms, there was no sign that it would be penetrated by his palm force.

At the same time, all the Feng family disciples were either desperately bombarding the walls or climbing up, trying to get over them.

Hei Ye Xiao said in a deep voice, "You don't have to waste your energy. The Misty Rain Pavilion is my territory. If I want to trap you, no one can escape."

"Who is in charge of the Feng family? How about we talk?"

"I have nothing to talk to you about!" Feng Bu Ming roared. "Back then, if it weren't for you seducing the Feng family's ancestor, how would the Feng family have been cursed?"

"You didn't have the ability to handle your emotional entanglements, so why should the Feng family pay for your mistakes?"

"You deserve to die more than those great Wu (shaman) masters!"

"Feng family disciples, attack with all your might and tear him to pieces."

The Feng family instantly flew into a rage and began to frantically attack the stone walls, and curses rose and fell.

The Miao Jiang Wu (shaman) masters all turned ashen-faced. In their hearts, Hei Ye Xiao was like a god.

Ministers die for the humiliation of their ruler; it has been so since ancient times.

How could they remain indifferent when Hei Ye Xiao was cursed in public?

Finally, someone couldn't help but stand up: "Great Lord! This subordinate requests to fight."

"Get back here!" Under Hei Ye Xiao's stern reprimand, the man retreated sheepishly.

Lao Liu said in a low voice, "Lao Hei, how long can your stone formation trap them?"

Hei Ye Xiao said, "It can trap them until they are exhausted. Now, let them vent for a while. When..."

Before Hei Ye Xiao could finish his words, he heard someone cursing, "Hou Qing You Xin, you are nothing, and Feng Luoluo is nothing either."

"If it weren't for you two adulterers, how would the Feng family have fallen to this state?"

Hei Ye Xiao roared, "You can curse me, but you can't curse Luoluo."

The man sneered, "I'm just cursing her, what can you do?"

"Back then, Feng Luoluo was already engaged, but she didn't abide by the proper conduct for women and hooked up with you, which brought disaster to the Feng family."

"The Feng family has long since removed her position. The memorial tablets of Feng Luoluo and her parents have all been thrown into the cesspit by the Feng family elders, allowing the Feng family disciples to shit and piss on their heads every day, so that she will be infamous for ten thousand years!"

Killing intent instantly erupted from Hei Ye Xiao's body. He clenched his fists tightly and asked without a trace of emotion, "Feng Bu Ming, is what he said true?"

Before Feng Bu Ming could speak, Feng Ruo Xing became anxious: "Hei Ye Xiao, don't listen to his nonsense. The Feng family has never done such a thing."

Ling also shouted, "Hei Ye Xiao, don't believe him. Hang in there, don't be impulsive."

Lao Liu raised his fan and pressed it on Hei Ye Xiao's shoulder: "Lao Hei, calm down, they are deliberately provoking you to attack!"

Feng Ruo Xing, seeing that Hei Ye Xiao didn't respond, stamped her feet anxiously: "Family Head, at this time, you must not talk nonsense!"