Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

“Who else in the entire Earth Domain dares to call himself Little Eagle King? He is naturally the only son of the Green Eagle King!”

Di Ling’er appeared not to know what had happened between Jiang Yi and Jiang Xiaonu. Her eyes carried a sliver of admiration as she said, “Little Eagle King had become a Titled Battle God three years ago. Now that three years have passed, who knows how powerful he had become?”

“Wait!”

Jiang Yi motioned and said, “The Little Eagle King is from the Demon-Killing Pavilion? Could it be the Green Eagle King is also from the Demon-Killing Pavilion? That meant the Ink Feather Race is as well?”

“No, that’s not right!”

Di Ling’er shook her head and explained, “The Green Eagle King is not part of any faction; he has formed his own faction. The Ink Feather Race is also not a part of the Demon-Killing Pavilion. Only the Little Eagle King himself had joined the Demon-Killing Pavilion, that’s all.”

Speaking of this, Di Ling’er’s face glowed as she said very respectfully, “Five years ago, Little Eagle King had barged into the Demon-Killing Pavilion General Pavilion, saying that he deeply admired the Demon-Killing Supreme Thearch and that he wants to become the second Demon-Killing Supreme Thearch. Hence, he expressed his desire to enter the Demon-Killing Pavilion.

“At that time, this matter had blown up and deeply angered the Green Eagle King. He captured the Little Eagle King and locked him up. Who knew that the Little Eagle King escaped and actually traversed the ten thousand domains, saying that he wanted to leave the Ink Feather Race? He had even injured many pursuing forces from the Ink Feather Race. Finally, he actually fought a ferocious battle with the Green Eagle King! He refused to return to the Ink Feather Mystic Realm even if he died.

“Ultimately, the Green Eagle King had no choice but to agree to the Little Eagle King entering the Demon-Killing Pavilion. Our General Pavilion Lord himself gave the Little Eagle King his title, and that’s how the Little Eagle King became a hero among the younger generation of Demon-Killing Pavilion disciples!”

“Hero…”

Jiang Yi rolled his eyes. This was obviously a good-for-nothing, defiant young man that had rebelled against his race. In the hearts of the young mistresses in the Demon-Killing Pavilion, he had become a hero? However, the Little Eagle King refusing to give in even on the pain of death, even going all out as to break ties with his father and race, was something respectable. At the very least, he held his ground and was not afraid of death.

Since the Little Eagle King had come, could Xiaonu have followed along?

Jiang Yi suddenly thought of a possibility as his entire body shook. He had tried his best not to think about her; every time he did, his heart would ache.

Jiang Yi swallowed some saliva as he asked anxiously, “Young Mistress Ling’er, do you know if Little Eagle King’s sister had come as well?”

“Little Eagle King’s sister?”

Di Ling’er blinked as she seemed to have thought of something. She said, “Are you referring to Green Eagle King’s daughter that had been estranged from the family for a long time? I do not know about this. I have only heard that Little Eagle King is attending the banquet. Great Minister of Public Works, are you going or not?”

“Going!”

Jiang Yi nodded very determinedly. Since Little Eagle King had come, Jiang Xiaonu probably would have tagged along as well; how could he miss this opportunity? He started to make his way outside. However, after he walked outside, he realized that Di Ling’er had not moved. Jiang Yi asked curiously, “What is the matter, Young Mistress Ling’er? Are you not going anymore?”

“Are you going to go dressed like this?” Di Ling’er looked at Jiang Yi’s black battle armor as she frowned slightly.

Jiang Yi looked at himself as he asked, even more confused, “What is wrong with this battle armor?”

“That’s not what I mean!”

Di Ling’er rolled her eyes and said, “Those that are attending later are all great family clans’ young masters and young mistresses. If you wear the Demon-Killing Pavilion’s battle armor to attend, that might be a little shabby, right? Don’t you have any expensive clothing?”

“I don’t!”

Jiang Yi shook his head. He had always been wearing battle armor. Even when he wasn’t wearing the Demon-Killing Pavilion’s battle armor, he also wore normal warrior robes. He had not come to the Higher Domain to flirt after all; why did he need lavish clothing?

Jiang Yi gestured and said, “Young Mistress Ling’er, I can be your follower then! If I am your guard, then I would not need to dress up. I just want to go and take a look and size up Little Eagle King. Let’s go!”

“Alright then!”

Di Ling’er laughed helplessly as she also headed out, with Jiang Yi following behind her. Di Ling’er was, after all, the precious granddaughter of Di Ming; for her to have a guard was also quite normal.

However…

Di Ling’er was far stronger than Jiang Yi. She had reached the Demon-Killing Battle God Realm while on paper Jiang Yi had just broken through the Battle King Realm. Of course, with Jiang Yi wearing the Silver Demon Mask, no one could detect his real strength. In fact, that gave him a mysterious feeling that was quite appropriate for being Di Ling’er’s bodyguard.

As the two walked out of Wind Flower Castle, a few Phantom Race’s bodyguards made inquiries and immediately prepared two war chariots to escort the duo. At this moment, Mo Huaisang and three others walked out from the hall as well. Seeing Di Ling’er and Jiang Yi, the four immediately ignored Jiang Yi and started to chat with Di Ling’er. It turned out that the four were also going to attend the banquet.

Xuanyuan Wudi was a disciple of the Demon-Killing Pavilion; attending this banquet was not an issue. However, Qin Huan and Mo Huaisang were from the Earth Emanations Pavilion while Jiutian Wen was from the Battle God Pavilion; it seemed a little weird for them to be attending a Demon-Killing Pavilion banquet.

However, recalling that Little Eagle King was going to make an appearance as well, it made sense to Jiang Yi now. Probably most of the people attending today’s banquet were going to join in the fun and be entertained. Little Eagle King was going to be the future king of the Ink Feather Race and was also the strongest formidable martial artist among the younger generation.

Everyone quickly got on the war chariot as they sped into the distance. After making turns here and there and traveling for ten minutes, they finally arrived at a very lavishly decorated castle. As they disembarked the war chariot, a handsome young man led a group of people to greet them. He glanced at everyone and finally lingered his gaze on Mo Huaisang’s face. He laughed and said, “Lady Mo, it has been more than a year since our last encounter, right? You are becoming more and more beautiful!”

“This is the first young master of the Phantom Race’s royal family, Yi Buhui. It seems as if today’s banquet is no longer just a gathering of the younger disciples from the Demon-Killing Pavilion.” Di Ling’er looked at Yi Buhui as she frowned and sent a voice transmission to Jiang Yi.

The royal family? Yi Buhui!

Jiang Yi’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Yi Buhui. Yi Piaopiao was also from the royal family; that meant that this Yi Buhui was Yi Piaopiao’s relative. The two were either siblings, or he was her nephew. As it was Jiang Yi’s first time seeing the Yi Clan’s royal family, he felt a little nervous. He looked at Yi Buhui—who was busy chatting with Mo Huaisang, Jiutian Wen, and Qin Huan—as he gulped and sent a voice transmission: “Young Mistress Ling’er, which generation is Yi Buhui from? Who is Yi Piaopiao to him?”

“He is from the third generation!”

Di Ling’er sent a voice transmission to explain: “Yi Piaopiao is the Phantom Race Clan King’s youngest daughter, right? En… this Yi Buhui is Yi Piaopiao’s nephew!”

As expected!

Jiang Yi’s face revealed his complicated emotions. Normally, meeting one’s mother’s own nephew should be an affectionate and joyous occasion. However, Jiang Yi could not bring himself to be so.

Perhaps it was because the people from the Yi Clan looked down on him, or perhaps it was because the Yi Clan had trapped his mother under the Saint Spirit Mountain. Jiang Yi looked at Yi Buhui for a while longer as a sliver of detestation appeared instinctively in his eyes.

“En?”

As the first young master of the Yi Clan royal family, Yi Buhui was naturally strong; he had already reached the God Thearch Realm.

Jiang Yi’s intense emotions had been detected by Yi Buhui as the latter looked over. However, as Jiang Yi wore the Silver Demon Mask, Yi Buhui could not find out Jiang Yi’s true strength. Yi Buhui actually felt a strong pressurizing aura from Jiang Yi that made Yi Buhui not dare to go up against Jiang Yi.

His mouth swiftly revealed a sliver of a faint smile as he pointed at Jiang Yi and asked Mo Huaisang, “Lady Mo, who is this lord?”

Mo Lingqiu followed Yi Buhui’s hand gesture as she hesitated; she did not know how to address Jiang Yi. Mo Lingqiu had told her not to reveal Jiang Yi’s identity. She couldn’t possibly say that he was the Demon-Killing Pavilion’s Great Minister of Public Works, right?

Jiang Yi’s mouth also revealed a faint smile as he introduced himself. “Greetings to Young Master Yi. My name is Lone Wolf. I am Young Mistress Di Ling’er’s bodyguard.”

“Lone Wolf?”

Yi Buhui thought for a moment but did not seem to have any impression of anyone with such a name. Jiang Yi had also retreated behind Di Ling’er, lowered his head, and did not say another word. Yi Buhui decided not to bother with Jiang Yi anymore as he continued his idly chat with Mo Huaisang.

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

At this time from afar, a dozen-odd war chariots came charging forward. Everyone’s divine senses were sent out as Yi Buhui and Mo Huaisang’s eyes lit up. Di Ling’er also detected the incoming company as she grew excited. She tugged on her dress and said in a low voice, “Little Eagle King has arrived!”