The status of the Fallen Feather Race in the Yin Nether Realm is naturally beyond question.

They are the terrestrial emperors of the Yin Nether Realm.

The Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Race is the Domain Lord of Yin Nether Realm, the supreme ruler.

One could say that almost no power in the Yin Nether Realm dares to provoke the Fallen Feather Race.

But Jun Xiaoyao, he just did it anyway.

And it's not a power, it's just a single person.

Furthermore, he's not a Burial Soil creature, but an outsider.

Jun Xiaoyao's attitude gave the impression to the Burial Soil creatures as if an ant had walked into a dragon's territory, then dared the dragon to come and die.

It's simply unbelievable.

"This outsider human race is either out of his mind, or has immense confidence."

"Confidence, what confidence could he have? Even if he is a descendant of an Immortal Influence from the Immortal Realm, what of it? He'd only be comparable to the Fallen Feather Race, but now he's on their turf."

Burial Soil creatures around Baiwang City were talking fiercely.

But the only thing they all agreed upon was.

Jun Xiaoyao is definitely a top Celestial Pride from outside, possibly coming to the Burial Soil to cause trouble.

As for how strong Jun Xiaoyao is, everyone was still uncertain.

"Do you think he can compare to the Fallen Feather Saint Son?"

"Unclear, but at the very least he should be able to contend with the Fallen Feather Saint Son."

Jun Xiaoyao glanced around, and those Burial Soil creatures instinctively avoided his gaze.

Unknowingly, Jun Xiaoyao seemed to have started to establish his prestige.

"Could it be that after being invincible among the younger generation in the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm, I will also sweep through Burial Soil? That would be too dull," Jun Xiaoyao suddenly thought.

He now somewhat dislikes the feeling of being invincible.

Being invincible is truly lonely.

He needs some real opponents to pique his interest.

Besides helping Jiang Daoxu to search for the Nine Marvels Reincarnation Immortal Grass, Jun Xiaoyao had another reason for coming to Burial Soil.

He wanted to see the strength of the Burial Land Celestial Pride.

As it turns out, he found it somewhat disappointing.

Except for the realm being slightly higher than the Celestial Pride of the Immortal Realm, there's not much difference.

"Fallen Feather Saint Son, I hope you can bring me some fun," Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.

"The young master is indeed too handsome. Sister, what should Xiaoxue do if she seems to fancy the young master?"

Below, Cangxue tilted her head, looking at Jun Xiaoyao standing in the sky, her eyes full of admiration and starlight.

Jun Xiaoyao had top-grade appearance, mysterious origins, and formidable strength, and he even gifted her three Yin Yang Divine Fruits, saving her life.

This is simply the template of a dominating CEO and a Prince Charming; what girl wouldn't fall for it?

"It's not just you who likes him," Cang Yue smiled bitterly, her eyes also inevitably showing a trace of admiration.

"Sister, Xiaoxue doesn't mind sharing him with you, how about the two of us serving the young master together?" Cangxue said astonishingly.

"Oh, that's not our concern, it's simply impossible," Cang Yue patted Cangxue's head.

She sees a bit deeper than Cangxue.

A top Celestial Pride like Jun Xiaoyao must have shocking origins and noble status.

How could the two of them lay claim on him?

Moreover, they are Burial Soil creatures, even less likely to be favored by Jun Xiaoyao.

From start to finish, they are just bystanders.

Hearing Cang Yue's sigh, Cangxue also felt a bit disappointed.

Compared to them, the Patriarch of the Cang Family and others are more worried about what to do if the Fallen Feather Race attacks.

"Patriarch Cang, your choice is very wise," Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were deep, glancing at Patriarch Cang.

Patriarch Cang felt a jolt in his heart, as if he was being seen through by this young human race.

"This young man had already anticipated that our Cang Family might capture him and present him to the Fallen Feather Race, yet he still remained unperturbed, he indeed has confidence," Patriarch Cang thought.

He now felt how wise the ancestor's choice was.

And Jun Xiaoyao had indeed predicted that the Cang Family might make a move against him out of fear of the Fallen Feather Race.

If such a thing were to happen, Jun Xiaoyao naturally wouldn't hold back.

However, Jun Xiaoyao was surprised that the Cang Family didn't make a move against him.

"Seems like the Cang Family has smart people too," Jun Xiaoyao thought.

Patriarch Cang's face looked slightly awkward, as their previous thoughts had been seen through by Jun Xiaoyao.

But Patriarch Cang still advised, "Young friend, you must think carefully, you are facing the Fallen Feather Race. Your backing may be strong, but this is Burial Soil."

Patriarch Cang implied that.

No matter how powerful Jun Xiaoyao's backing is, distant water can't quench present thirst in the Ancient Burial Land.

"No need to worry, Patriarch, it won't implicate the Cang Family," Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

"Young friend, how can you say such things," Patriarch Cang chuckled awkwardly.

Afterwards, Jun Xiaoyao returned to his residence, awaiting the arrival of the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

Meanwhile, the panicked Snake Princess also returned to the Fallen Feather Race's location.

The Fallen Feather Race's base is located at the central area of the Yin Nether Realm, its influence radiating through the entire Yin Nether Realm.

At this moment, within the base of the Fallen Feather Race, there are mountain ranges shrouded in black mist.

Within the mountain ranges, a figure sat amidst endless bones, using the dead spirit and vengeful spirit as cultivation nourishment.

He was a handsome young man with pale skin.

Wearing a black feather robe, he had a pair of gray wings on his back, emanating a deathly aura.

This young man is the strongest Celestial Pride of the Fallen Feather Race and one of the Ten Little Kings, the Fallen Feather Saint Son!

"The Ten Kings' Grand Banquet is about to begin, I must obtain the Yin Yang Divine Fruit to convert all this death energy into vitality."

"Ninth Princess Lang Huan of the Asura Demon Country, this Saint Son must conquer you!" The Fallen Feather Saint Son's eyes shot out a possessive desire full of aggression.

The Asura Demon Country is a top Burial Soil force not weaker than the Fallen Feather Race, located in the Asura Realm.

The Ninth Princess Lang Huan is the strongest Proud Maiden of the Asura Demon Country and one of the most beautiful women in the Ten Ancient Burial Realms.

Not only that, her strength is extremely terrifying, ranking second among the Ten Little Kings, only beneath the Netherworld King Hall's figure, the incomplete Ancient Tyrant Body that crawled out from the abyss.

Thinking of that incomplete Ancient Tyrant Body, even the Fallen Feather Saint Son's eyes showed a rare glimpse of awe.

"That incomplete Ancient Tyrant Body, his strength is truly monstrous, said to rival the top physique of the human race, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body," the Fallen Feather Saint Son murmured.

The Celestial Tyrant Body and the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body have always been opposed since ancient times, always someone wanting to compare them.

And although the Celestial Tyrant Body of the Netherworld King Hall is incomplete, his strength is still overpowering, firmly holding the first position among the Ten Little Kings.

The Fallen Feather Saint Son certainly didn't consider challenging that Ancient Tyrant Body.

He just wanted to catch up with the Ninth Princess Lang Huan of the Demon Country.

Just as the Fallen Feather Saint Son was contemplating.

A panicked figure flew in from afar, precisely the fleeing Snake Princess.

"Master, something terrible happened," Snake Princess's face was pale, trembling, as if seeing some great terror, remnants of panic lingered in her eyes.

"Why are you alone? Where are the Black-winged Demon Leopard and the others, and where is that blind outsider human race?" the Fallen Feather Saint Son frowned slightly.

"They are all dead, and… that outsider human race, commanded…" Snake Princess hesitated.

"Commanded what?" the Fallen Feather Saint Son raised a brow, he hadn't expected the other two followers to fall.

"He commanded you to go kneel before him and surrender," Snake Princess trembled.

As her words fell, the Fallen Feather Saint Son's aura exploded through his body, wings unfolded, creating a storm.

"That human race is seeking death!" the Fallen Feather Saint Son said coldly.

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