SQUELCH—
Ye Qingfeng's eyes widened as bright red blood instantly trickled from between his brows. His body immediately began to stiffen, then fell to the ground like a dried corpse.
"The Ancient Dragon Clan!"
Ouyang Ruoxue didn't dare make a move. A chill ran through her body and soul, and her expression grew exceptionally grave.
At the same time, she had already cried out the young woman's identity.
"Hmph. You have some knowledge, at least."
The young woman gave Ouyang Ruoxue a faint glance, as if seeing through her completely in an instant.
A chill shot through Ouyang Ruoxue's delicate frame, and she immediately bowed in salute.
The young woman descended from the Qilin and came to stand before Ye Tianling, studying him closely.
The aura and Energy of a Dragon Soul Manifested in her eyes, yet it failed to resonate with Ye Tianling in any way.
"What a pity. His Soul's aura is just very similar to 'Brother's'."
