"Alright, Ancestor Qian Renxue!"
Ye Guyi had no intention of refusing and directly agreed to Qian Renxue's request.
After all, according to what Ancestor Qian Renxue had just said, this so-called Holy Emperor Statue was essentially a statue of Tang San.
It was hardly surprising that her ancestor wanted to do such a thing.
If it had not been for Tang San back then, how could her ancestor have fallen into the Underworld?
And how could the Angel Clan have declined from a powerful race into a weak one?
After receiving Ye Guyi's consent, Qian Renxue's divine soul took control of Ye Guyi's body almost instantly.
Feng Ling, who had been staring at the Holy Emperor Statue, had an extremely complicated look in her eyes.
Suddenly, she sensed a deadly danger coming from Ye Guyi. Her hairs stood on end, and her expression changed drastically. Clenching her teeth, she instinctively turned to look at Ye Guyi.
At this moment, Ye Guyi did not seem much different from before.
Yet Feng Ling felt as though the other person had become someone else entirely. That lofty, superior bearing was simply not something a human soul master could possess. Even a Limit Douluo could not compare to it!
Moreover, for the first time, she felt the words "natural enemy" take tangible form in her heart.
"Ye Guyi" glanced at Feng Ling and tightened her grip on the Angel Holy Sword.
Feng Ling felt that gaze was like a sharp blade, making her pupils contract. She instinctively lowered her head, not daring to meet her eyes.
At that moment, she felt as though she had returned to the time when she had first hunted soul beasts and nearly died at one's claws.
Fortunately, "Ye Guyi" did not keep watching her. She merely gave her