Ye Tianling murmured to himself, then flew toward the Hell Red Lotus Fire.

His battle with Xi Junchang had caused a huge commotion, so he had flown less than ten thousand meters before a group of three Cultivators blocked his path.

Seeing the vicious, evil aura emanating from the three Cultivators, Ye Tianling’s Soul Talent instantly activated, capturing their information.

The group consisted of two men and one woman: the Golden Boy and Jade Girl of the Golden-winged Roc Lineage, Yao Qiye and Yao Jiushu, and Prince Bai Changsong of the Celestial Wing Soul Clan.

The information from his Soul Talent revealed that Bai Changsong was Bai Changxi’s cousin.

"You must be Ye Tianling. The aura of your Soul and Blood Qi... there’s no mistaking it."

Yao Qiye and Yao Jiushu remained silent, their cold gazes fixed on Ye Tianling.

Their gazes were exceptionally cold and detached.

Since Bai Changsong had called out his name, and Yao Qiye and Yao Jiushu had shown no emotional reaction, Ye Tianling knew at once that they were all aware of his identity.

"That’s right, I’m Ye Tianling! And you’re the cousin of that piece of trash, Bai Changxi?"

Yao Qiye and Yao Jiushu ignored Ye Tianling, and he, in turn, ignored them right back.

’So much for the Golden Boy and Jade Girl. They’re merely at the Late Stage of Sword Void Three Transformations, with Battle Power comparable only to Kong Lindao’s.’

’I’ve already defeated Kong Lindao. Now my Battle Power is even greater, and I’ve even advanced a whole Realm. What do I have to worry about?’

"It seems my cousin, Bai Changxi, was indeed killed by you."

Bai Changsong’s gaze sharpened slightly, and he spoke in a very light tone.

"That’s right. That piece of trash, Bai Changxi, was indeed killed by me. I refined him to death while he was still alive. Since you’re his cousin, come on. I’ll give you a chance to make a move!"

Ye Tianling’s tone was incredibly defiant.

’I was just looking for a Soul Master to kill, and one delivers himself right to my doorstep. This is perfect.’

"So defiant."

Bai Changsong sighed quietly. He glanced back at the distant Hell Demon Gate and said, "The Hell Demon Gate is already open, and the Hell Red Lotus Fire is about to bloom. Perfect. Once this area is fully active, there won’t be so much Imprisonment.

"How about this: I’ll call Bai Changxi’s actual brother to deal with this. As for me, I can’t be bothered to get involved."

Bai Changsong didn’t seem to care whether Ye Tianling agreed. After muttering to himself, he immediately used a soul-transmission technique to send a message.

A flicker of unease rose in Ye Tianling’s heart. Bai Changsong was clearly stronger than Bai Changxi, yet he hadn’t attacked immediately. His emotions had barely fluctuated.

’Cultivators like that are often the most terrifying.’

Ye Tianling’s gaze swept over to Bai Changsong, but the latter simply offered a detached smile. "My cousin, Bai Changyi, is the Divine Child of the Celestial Wing Soul Clan. You... might just be worthy of fighting him."

"Oh? Perfect. I need some Soul Masters’ Soul Origins. Sending a few more my way wouldn’t be a bad thing."

Ye Tianling’s tone was detached.

He didn’t press forward.

Not far ahead lay the "Hell Demon Gate" Bai Changsong had mentioned. Within it, the Hell Red Lotus Fire was about to bloom.

And by now, Ye Tianling believed, it wouldn’t just be Yao Qiye and Yao Jiushu making a move. More powerful and talented Cultivators were bound to show up here.

And when Ye Tianling used his Soul Talent Sensing on the "Hell Demon Gate," a chill ran through his body and soul—it was practically a deathtrap, filled with extreme peril.

"A lowly creature like you dares to call yourself the Kunpeng Divine Son of my Golden-winged Roc Clan?"

Just then, Yao Qiye, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

His tone was incredibly defiant and superior, as if the very act of speaking to Ye Tianling was an insult to his station.

"Qi Ye, why are you even bothering with this sinful, low-born, half-breed Human Race Cultivator? Aren’t you afraid he’ll defile our noble status!"

Yao Jiushu said coolly.

Aside from a single, dismissive glance when he first arrived, she hadn’t deigned to look at him directly again.

"Ah, so it’s just a couple of wet-behind-the-ears, ill-mannered feathered beasts farting. No wonder it suddenly stinks in here!"

Ye Tianling snorted. He wasn’t angry.

But the attitude and actions of Yao Qiye and Yao Jiushu were enough to make him want to kill them.

’Yao Lun and Yao Ling might have been defiant, but at least they knew their place.’

’But this so-called Golden Boy and Jade Girl, in his opinion, were simply courting death!’

"Damned half-breed, what did you just say!"

"You’re courting death!"

Yao Qiye snorted coldly, the aura of his Kunpeng Divine Blood flaring to life around him.

Yao Jiushu, for her part, unleashed an icy Divine Blood aura that merged perfectly with the Kunpeng Divine Blood.

Once their auras combined, they became powerful to a heaven-defying degree.

At that moment, the distant void suddenly trembled, and a terrifying ripple spread through it.

From within the ripple, the projection of a Cultivator manifested.

"Changyi Divine Son."

Upon seeing the projection, Yao Qiye and Yao Jiushu immediately retracted the violent aura of their Kunpeng Divine Blood. Their demeanor turned respectful, their eyes filled with humility and even a hint of fawning sycophancy.

Their bowing and scraping was an utterly shameful display.

Even when facing a Celestial Dao Law Enforcer like Feng Chaoge, Ye Tianling had never bowed and scraped. The Golden Boy and Jade Girl’s behavior, however, utterly disgusted him.

"And you call yourselves a Divine Son and Divine Lady with that kind of slavish display?"

Ye Tianling sneered.

"Insolent! How dare you run your mouth in the presence of the Changyi Divine Son!"

Yao Jiushu snapped.

"Changyi Divine Son, this person is a low-born Cultivator of the Human Race, not a Divine Child of the Kunpeng Divine Blood from our Kunpeng lineage. He used a Daoist Technique like the Great Copying Technique to simulate it! He has absolutely nothing to do with our Golden-winged Roc Lineage!"

Yao Qiye was quick to disassociate himself from Ye Tianling.

"Regardless, it came from your Golden-winged Roc Clan. After all, the Elder Roc King even used his Ancestral Dao Origin to secure a place for him. What? You’re not willing to admit it?"

Bai Changyi stepped out from the ripple. He possessed the strength of the Sword Void Three Transformations Perfection Realm, and his Battle Power...

As Ye Tianling tried to gauge his Battle Power, he felt a distinct palpitation in his heart!

’This is an enemy even more terrifying than Kong Lindao.’

Although his Battle Power wasn’t at the level of Near Nine, Ye Tianling discovered that his control over his own Soul had likely reached an unimaginable level of mastery.

This was an Unparalleled Divine Son whose presence shook Ye Tianling to his very Soul.