Trampling a God King, Lighting the Netherworld with Fire, Refining a Primordial Soul with Chaos Fire

Ye Tian stood half a foot above the ground, one foot planted heavily on the Red-Haired Corpse Emperor's skull.

His white robes surpassed snow, looking especially otherworldly amid the ominous red hairs and black corpse qi swirling through the air.

Beneath his foot lay the Primordial Corpse Emperor, whose terrifying strength at the eighth heaven of the God King realm had once made countless creatures of the Northern Sea pale at the mere mention of his name.

Now, half his skull was embedded in solid rock.

His enormous body convulsed violently, yet that seemingly slender foot pinned him down so firmly that he could not move a single finger.

"I'll ask you one last time."

Ye Tian slowly raised his right hand, palm upward.

Buzz!

A cluster of gray flames sprang to life in his palm without warning.

The flames were neither fierce nor possessed the heat to burn the heavens and boil the seas. They even looked rather feeble, as though a gust of wind could extinguish them.

Yet the instant they appeared, the surrounding void silently melted into pitch-black holes.

Chaos Soul-Refining Flame!

This forbidden flame originated from the chaos origin. It did not burn flesh, but targeted divine souls and true spirits alone!

Once it touched its victim, it inflicted the ultimate agony from the depths of the soul.

It was a torture that ground away the three souls and seven spirits bit by bit, tearing them apart, reconstructing them, then grinding them away again.

"Who exactly is this so-called 'My Lord'?"

"Where is he hiding?"

Ye Tian's voice was placid as water, yet carried an unquestionable will.

He looked down at the Corpse Emperor beneath his foot as though surveying a worthless heap of rotten flesh.

"Heh... hehe..."

The Red-Haired Corpse Emperor struggled to twist his