"Sun Buxiao, that probably isn't your real name, is it?"
Ling Ying spread his Dou Qi Wings and hovered in midair, looking down at Sun Buxiao, who held a flame in his hand. His gaze was appraising, as though Sun Buxiao were already in the palm of his hand.
"Let me guess your surname. Hun? Yao, Shi? Or perhaps Lei?"
Ling Ying's words made Sun Buxiao fail to hold back his laughter.
"A Dou Emperor with an outside surname serving the Gu Clan actually knows that much?"
"Then again, it makes sense. In the eyes of your Ancient Eight Clans-no, I should say the Ancient Seven Clans now-people from other clans probably don't even count as human, do they?"
He stood up, dusted off the hem of his clothes, and held both his bowl and his flame.
"...You know more than I imagined."
Ling Ying snorted coldly. He raised his hands and clenched them, conjuring a pitch-black spear in his grasp before pointing it at Sun Buxiao.
"In that case, you should know whether you ought to take that thing away, shouldn't you?"
"Or do you, a mere Dou Ling, really intend to escape from under my nose with the Ancient Jade?"
Sun Buxiao's current cultivation was that of a One-Star Dou Ling.
After all, he had broken through at the Xiao Clan, right under Ling Ying's eyes. There was no hiding something like that.
Ling Ying was an Eight-Star Dou Emperor, and he practiced Dou Techniques from within the Gu Clan. Their grade could hardly be low.
Sun Buxiao was a One-Star Dou Ling, practicing only the Black Vein Poison Tome, a mere Profound Tier Middle Grade technique.
The disparity in their strength was plain to see.
"Looks like you really do think you're something, huh?"
Sun Buxiao smiled,