Black Immortal Prison Bone let out a hoarse, guttural roar. "Kill me, and Death Lord will know for sure. You can't hide it from him. Death Lord will avenge me. He will!"
Lu Yin looked at it. "Have you ever slaughtered humans?"
By now, Black Immortal Prison Bone had given up on the hope that Lu Yin would spare it. It burst into maniacal laughter. "I have. During the Nine-Barrens War, I slaughtered countless humans. When we fought the Second Barrier, three Eternal Life Realm Wushang Dao cultivators died beneath my claws. One of them even fit twofold universe laws."
"Do you know of Red Lotus Tomb? If Red Hero hadn't betrayed you so quickly back then, I would have turned the entire Second Barrier into the greatest Red Lotus Tomb."
"And that Red Hero—he knelt! Hahahaha! A human powerhouse, and Hong Shuang's disciple, yet he knelt beneath the claws of us Immortal Feathers and begged for his life. Your human race has a weakness built into its nature. One day, you'll follow in the Nine-Barrens' footsteps."
"You won't survive. Not a chance! Hahahaha!"
Lu Yin said coolly, "So you're the oldest and strongest ancestor of the Immortal Feather Civilization?"
Black Immortal Prison Bone frantically swung its claws, trying to tear through Heaven and Earth Lock. "Of course I'm not. Shang Jing is Ancestor Ling. I may have lived almost as long as it has, but I have to admit how terrifying it is. If you were facing it today, you'd be dead, no matter what tricks you had."
Shang Jing?
Lu Yin remembered it, of course.
Back then, he had used Three-colored Divine Power to cleave open the Immortal Feather Mother Tree, drawing Shang Jing out. Only White Unknown's intervention had allowed them to stand against it.
Shang Jing