"Submission or annihilation?" Mu Qingge’s clear eyes fell on Mu Yuan, and within her stunningly beautiful features, there was an elusive calm.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Yuan and the others immediately drew their weapons and pointed them at Mu Qingge.
However, the few accompanying Yin Chen showed no reaction, merely smiling lightly and clinking their wine glasses in response to their tension.
"Young Master Qingge, is this the reason you’ve invited us here?" Mu Yuan lowered his face, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings with vigilance.
The people he brought also surrounded Mu Feng protectively, carefully observing the area.
Mu Qingge’s lips curved slightly as she casually placed her hands behind her back and said to Mu Yuan, "No need to be so tense, I haven’t set any traps."
The confidence in her words seemed to convey to Mu Yuan and the others, ’I need no preparation; if I don’t want you to leave, you won’t be able to leave.’
Her confidence stemmed from her strong inner self and her clear understanding of the advantages she held.
This confidence, strong enough to suffocate, indeed unsettled Mu Yuan and the others. Mu Feng stood among them, his diamond-shaped lips pressed into a line, his features tense, and those resolute eyes gazing at Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge saw his gaze but merely returned a faint glance.
"Mu Family Head, I’m not someone who likes beating around the bush, and my patience is limited, so please consider my question seriously." Mu Qingge smiled, her lips curving.
Mu Yuan lowered his face and instinctively glanced at his son beside him, then said to Mu Qingge, "Do you intend to disregard the rules set by our ancestors, Young Master Qingge?"
"Rules?" A trace of mockery appeared in Mu Qingge’s eyes, and her aura grew colder. She looked at Mu Chen standing nearby and asked, "Are they reminding me not to give them a chance, just kill and be done with it?"
Mu Chen’s face changed, and he hurriedly bowed to Mu Qingge, saying, "Young Master, calm your anger. Maybe Brother Mu Yuan misunderstood. Allow me to explain it to him."
Mu Qingge’s lips held a playful smile as she tacitly agreed to his request.
Mu Chen looked at her gratefully before striding up to Mu Yuan.
Mu Yuan saw him approaching and snorted coldly.
Mu Chen shook his head and sighed, "Brother Mu Yuan, our Young Master is offering you a way to live, why can’t you see it? The cruel struggle for the Mu Clan’s Young Master position doesn’t need further explanation from me, you’re well aware. If you persist, do you really want to watch Mu Feng die before your eyes before waking up?"
Mu Chen’s words made a flicker of struggle flash in Mu Yuan’s eyes.
Mu Feng’s gaze turned more resolute as he looked towards Mu Chen, seemingly protesting silently.
Mu Chen saw his gaze and turned to him: "Xiao Feng, everyone is aware of your talent. It’s not that your uncle is belittling you, but even after ten more years of practice, you likely still wouldn’t be a match for our Young Master, not to mention there are even more formidable people on the Divine Demon Continent."
His words caused shadows to flicker in Mu Feng’s eyes.
Inferior talent is his hard wound. Even if he puts in more efforts, the gap he closes is limited. Moreover, his current opponent is someone whose talents far surpass his, and who is equally committed?
Mu Feng unwillingly looked at Mu Qingge.
Then, Mu Chen addressed Mu Yuan again, "Our Young Master speaks plainly but is actually saving Xiao Feng’s life. As long as you submit to our Young Master and withdraw from the competition, then all remaining risks will be borne by our Young Master, and Xiao Feng will no longer face any threat. You’re bound to lose, so why not choose the right side before any sacrifices are made?"
Mu Yuan snorted coldly at Mu Chen with a sneer, "It’s been years since we last met, your eloquence has certainly improved. Painting your Young Master as a great benefactor, as if there’s an interest-free deal in this world?"
With that said, he lightly shifted his gaze to Mu Qingge, his eyes sharp, "In the end, you’re just enamored with our power, looking to absorb it and strengthen yourself. Since you’re so formidable, we can wait until you’re exhausted battling each other and then let Feng’er pick the fruits as the fisherman. The outcome is still undecided!"
Upon hearing his words, Mu Qingge suddenly burst into laughter.
Her laughter came abruptly, leaving others puzzled. Yet, anyone slightly familiar with her could sense the mockery within that laughter.
After she laughed, she looked at Mu Yuan with a mocking smile, "Aren’t you being a bit naive? Do you really think that Mu Feng’s adversary is just me? Or Mu Tianyin on the Divine Demon Continent? Even if both of us die fighting, and Mu Feng picks up the leftovers, can he stand against the Divine Clan that exterminated the Mu Clan? Besides, when two mollusks fight, who says the fisherman always profits? The fisherman might just end up as a stepping stone."
Mu Yuan’s face turned pale from her words.
His eyes flickered, seemingly searching for words to rebut, yet unable to find any.
Suddenly, Mu Qingge swiftly struck, grabbing towards Mu Feng in mid-air.
This scene came too abruptly, so quickly that the experts surrounding Mu Feng were caught off guard, only to see Mu Feng being dragged out of the protective center, fiercely falling at Mu Qingge’s feet.
"Young Master—!"
"Feng’er—!"
This turn of events shocked Mu Yuan and his entourage, almost prompting them to act.
Mu Feng endured the pain, raising his head to look at Mu Qingge standing before him, from this angle, he saw the burning flames deep within her eyes.
"Do you want to be the Young Master of the Mu Clan?" Mu Qingge suddenly asked him.
Do you want to be the Young Master of the Mu Clan?


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