The Fallen Feather Clan's status in Yinming Region goes without saying.
They are the local emperors of Yinming Region.
The Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Clan is the Domain Lord of Yinming Region, a high and mighty ruler.
It can be said that almost no force in Yinming Region dares to provoke the Fallen Feather Clan.
But Jun Xiaoyao did exactly that.
Moreover, he wasn't a force; he was just one person.
He wasn't even a creature of the Burial Soil, but an outsider.
Jun Xiaoyao's attitude gave the Burial Soil creatures the feeling of an ant walking into a Dragon's territory and telling the Dragon to come and die.
This was too unbelievable.
"This outside Human Race is either crazy or has immense confidence."
"Confidence? What confidence could he have? Even if he's a successor from an Immortal Force of the Immortal Domain, he's only comparable to the Fallen Feather Clan, but now, he's on the Fallen Feather Clan's territory."
The Burial Soil creatures around Baiwang City were discussing intensely.
However, the only consensus was this:
Jun Xiaoyao was definitely a top Prodigy from the outside, possibly here to cause trouble in the Burial Soil.
As for how strong Jun Xiaoyao was, no one had a clear idea yet.
"Do you think he can compare to the Fallen Feather Holy Son?"
"Unclear, but he should at least be able to contend with the Fallen Feather Holy Son, right?"
Jun Xiaoyao glanced around, and the Burial Soil creatures instinctively avoided his gaze when their eyes met his.
Unbeknownst to them, Jun Xiaoyao seemed to have already begun to establish his prestige.
"Could it be that after being unrivaled among the younger generation in Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain, I will also sweep through the Burial Soil? That would be too boring," Jun Xiaoyao suddenly thought.
He was starting to dislike the feeling of invincibility a bit.
Invincibility was truly lonely.
He needed some true opponents to pique his interest.
Besides helping Jiang Daoxu search for the nine-mystic reincarnation undying grass, there was another reason Jun Xiaoyao came to the Burial Soil.
He wanted to witness the strength of the Burial Soil Prodigies.
It seemed he was somewhat disappointed so far.
Aside from their Realm being slightly higher than that of Immortal Domain Prodigies, there wasn't much difference.
"Fallen Feather Holy Son, I hope you can bring me some fun," Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
"Young Master is so handsome, Older Sister, it seems Little Xue likes Young Master, what should I do?"
Below, Cang Xue looked up with her small head, gazing at Jun Xiaoyao standing in the sky, her eyes full of wonder and stars.
Jun Xiaoyao had top-tier looks, a mysterious background, such powerful strength, and he even gave her three yin-yang divine fruit, saving her life.
This was simply the template of an overbearing CEO plus a prince charming; what girl wouldn't love him?
"It's not just you who likes him," Cang Yue said with a wry smile, a hint of wonder also inevitably stirring in her eyes.
"Alas, but this is simply impossible," Cang Yue stroked Cang Xue's head.
She saw things a bit deeper than Cang Xue.
A top Prodigy like Jun Xiaoyao must have an astonishing background and noble status.
How could they possibly possess him?
Moreover, they were Burial Soil creatures, making it even more impossible for Jun Xiaoyao to take an interest in them.
From beginning to end, they were merely passersby.
Hearing Cang Yue's sigh, Cang Xue also felt a bit lost.
Compared to them, the Cang Family Head and others were even more worried about what to do if the Fallen Feather Clan attacked.
"Cang Family Head, your choice was very wise." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was deep as he looked at the Cang Family Head.
The Cang Family Head's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if he had been seen through by this Human Race Young man.
"This child had already anticipated that our Cang Family might capture him and offer him to the Fallen Feather Clan, yet he still showed no reservations; he truly has confidence," the Cang Family Head thought to himself.
He now lamented how wise the Old Ancestor's choice had been.
And Jun Xiaoyao had indeed anticipated that the Cang Family might make a move against him out of fear of the Fallen Feather Clan.
If such a thing were to happen, Jun Xiaoyao naturally wouldn't be soft-hearted.
However, what surprised Jun Xiaoyao was that the Cang Family actually held back from attacking him.
"It seems the Cang Family also has smart people," Jun Xiaoyao thought.
The Cang Family Head's expression was slightly awkward, as their previous thoughts had been seen through by Jun Xiaoyao.
However, the Cang Family Head still advised, "Young friend, you must consider carefully. You are facing the Fallen Feather Clan. Your backing force may be strong, but this is the Burial Soil."
The Cang Family Head's implication was that:
Even if Jun Xiaoyao's backing force was strong, the sky was high and the emperor far away, and their reach wouldn't extend to the Eternal Burial Ground.
"You don't need to worry about that, Family Head. It won't implicate the Cang Family anyway," Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.
"What are you saying, young friend?" The Cang Family Head laughed awkwardly.
Afterward, Jun Xiaoyao returned to his residence, quietly awaiting the arrival of the Fallen Feather Holy Son.
Meanwhile, the frantically fleeing Snake Concubine also returned to the Fallen Feather Clan's stronghold.
The Fallen Feather Clan's stronghold was located in the very center of Yinming Region, with its sphere of influence radiating throughout the entire Yinming Region.
At this moment, within the Fallen Feather Clan's stronghold, there was a mountain range enveloped in black mist.
Within the mountain range, a figure sat cross-legged on endless withered bones, using Death Qi and vengeful spirits as cultivation nourishment.
That was a Young man with handsome features and pale skin.
He wore black feathered robes, with a pair of gray wings on his back, exuding an aura of Death Qi.
This Young man was none other than the Fallen Feather Clan's strongest Prodigy, and one of the Ten Little Kings, the Fallen Feather Holy Son!
"The Ten Kings Feast is about to begin; I must obtain the yin-yang divine fruit to transform my Death Qi into vitality."
"Ninth Princess Langhuan of the Shura Demon Country, this Saint will definitely conquer you!" The Fallen Feather Holy Son's eyes blazed with an extremely aggressive possessiveness.
The Shura Demon Country was a top-tier Burial Soil force, no weaker in foundation than the Fallen Feather Clan, located in the Shura Region.
And Ninth Princess Langhuan was the Shura Demon Country's strongest proud daughter, and one of the most beautiful women in all ten regions of the Eternal Burial Ground.
Not only that, but her strength was also incredibly terrifying, ranking second among the Ten Little Kings, only surpassed by that crippled ancient Overlord Body from the Netherworld Palace who crawled out of the abyss.
Thinking of that crippled ancient Overlord Body, a rare hint of fear flickered in the Fallen Feather Holy Son's eyes.
"That ancient crippled Overlord Body's strength is truly monstrous. Rumor has it he can rival the Human Race's top Physique, the Ancient Sacred Body," the Fallen Feather Holy Son murmured.
The Azure Heaven Overlord Body and the Ancient Sacred Body have been rivals since ancient times, with people always wanting to compare them.
And that Azure Heaven Overlord Body from the Netherworld Palace, though crippled, was still Heaven-Defyingly strong, firmly holding the first position among the Ten Little Kings.
The Fallen Feather Holy Son naturally had no intention of challenging that ancient Overlord Body.
He only wished to catch up to Ninth Princess Langhuan of the Demon Country.
Just as the Fallen Feather Holy Son was lost in thought,
A frantic figure streaked from the distant sky; it was the fleeing Snake Concubine.
"Master, this is bad." Snake Concubine's face was pale, and she trembled, as if she had witnessed some great terror, her pupils still showing lingering panic.
"Why are you the only one back? Where are Black-Winged Demon Leopard and the others, and that disrespectful outside Human Race?" The Fallen Feather Holy Son frowned slightly.
"They… they're all dead, and… that outside Human Race… he said… he said…" Snake Concubine stammered.
"Said what?" The Fallen Feather Holy Son raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected his other two followers to perish.
"He told Master to… to kneel before him and accept death," Snake Concubine trembled, speaking timidly.
As her words fell, the Fallen Feather Holy Son's aura erupted throughout his body, his wings spread, stirring up a monstrous storm.
"That Human Race is seeking death!" The Fallen Feather Holy Son said coldly.