"Ah—"
Yao Ling cried out in pain, her beautiful face pulled askew.
Ye Tianling hadn't held back, nor had he been gentle, so the force was naturally quite painful for Yao Ling.
"What are you doing?!"
With tears welling in her eyes, Yao Ling stared at Ye Tianling, aggrieved and on the verge of crying.
"What am I doing? If you don't listen, I, the Divine Child, will twist your pretty little face until it's ruined, leaving some Dao Marks on your peerless beauty for all to see and comprehend."
As Ye Tianling spoke, he branded her with a wisp of Soul Qi from his hand.
"Ah—don't—"
Yao Ling's face turned pale with fright. She was about to strike again, but a stir in her bloodline immediately caused her to sense something within Ye Tianling. It was as if the ancient roar of a Kunpeng dragon was manifesting, and a chill shot through her entire body, her heart freezing in her chest.
