Ye Ling narrowed his eyes as he looked at the three Red Dust Immortals in the sky.
The first, with black hair and yellow skin, wore a brown Taoist robe, had a small tuft of beard on his chin, a copper bell at his waist, and his hair was messy and incredibly unkempt. He looked like the Southern Border Taoist, Miao Ren Kong.
The second, with blond hair and blue eyes, was pale all over, dressed in a crisp suit, with fangs at the corners of his mouth, holding a goblet filled with blood. He resembled a consumptive vampire and was likely the Blood Ancestor Vladimir mentioned by Mutou Masao.
The last one had his entire face covered by a soul entity, exuding a chilling aura. If one listened closely, the wails of lost souls could be heard. He was clearly the Soul Reaper Keno.
These three Red Dust Immortals were all distinct and easy to recognize, saving Ye Ling the trouble of asking for their names one by one.
While seeing five Red Dust Immortals at once in the mortal realm was indeed shocking, unlike Sakura Yue and Twilight, the cultivation of the three Red Dust Immortals in the sky showed clear signs of artificial enhancement.
In simpler terms, these three Red Dust Immortals had all broken through by relying on the gifts of gods, a process of forcing growth like pulling up seedlings. Each of their realms had a degree of superficiality.
The gods who helped them increase their strength had not considered their future growth potential at all. The gods had already devoured their foundations.
For Miao Ren Kong and the other two, Red Dust Immortal was the end of their cultivation journey; they could never break through again in their lives.
In Ye Ling's opinion, the three Red Dust Immortals in the sky were ruined for life.
Of course, for the vast majority of extraordinary individuals on Earth, Red Dust Immortal was an unattainable realm. Exchanging potential for cultivation was not an unacceptable act.
Sakura Yue looked up at the three Red Dust Immortals in the sky, veins bulging on his forehead, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You three, you actually chased me all the way here!"
Miao Ren Kong stroked the small beard on his chin, smiled, and swept his gaze over Sakura Yue on the ground, saying, "The dignified Lord of the Bushi, a Red Dust Immortal of the Land of the Sun, now fleeing like a stray dog, truly presents a unique spectacle."
He then looked at Ye Ling and asked with a smile, "What? Are you the reinforcement that stray dog wanted to invite? You want to interfere in our affairs, have you thought it through?"
Regarding Miao Ren Kong's threat, Ye Ling merely smiled faintly and replied, "You could call me a reinforcement, but your description of me interfering in your affairs is somewhat inaccurate."
Miao Ren Kong raised an eyebrow, "Inaccurate?"
Ye Ling smiled, "Actually, I was looking to cause trouble for your Takamagahara. Now that you three have come to my doorstep, it suits my intentions perfectly. This is now between you and me, not much to do with Sakura Yue."
"Cause trouble for our Takamagahara?" Vladimir bared his fangs and sneered, "What kind of person are you to speak such nonsense here?"
"In this world, I have yet to see a fool who dares to provoke Takamagahara!"
"How dare you!!!"
Upon hearing Vladimir's words, Twilight's eyes instantly turned red. Without waiting for Ye Ling's command, he charged towards Vladimir in the sky, shrieking, "How dare you insult the Emperor! You court death!!!"
Twilight's face contorted with ferocity, and he opened his monstrous maw, intending to bite off Vladimir's head.
Although Twilight's assault was exceptionally fierce, Vladimir wore a look of amusement and had no intention of dodging.
"A mere resentment dares to be so presumptuous?"
Keno, standing nearby, snorted coldly and waved his hand. A large number of lost souls flew out from his sleeve, impacting Twilight.
Twilight's face instantly contorted in pain, and he immediately cried out, clutching his head, and fell to the ground, rolling about.
Ye Ling sighed slightly as he watched Twilight roll on the ground, "This guy deserves it."
Although Twilight's strength was comparable to the three Red Dust Immortals in the sky, Keno possessed methods specifically designed to attack spiritual bodies, making him a perfect counter to Twilight and Twilight's natural nemesis.
If Twilight hadn't used Ye Ling's demonic energy, he would never have been able to defeat Keno.
Twilight charging straight up like that was akin to offering himself as a sacrifice.
However, Keno's attack was not enough to kill Twilight, so Ye Ling was too lazy to intervene, letting Twilight suffer a bit and learn his lesson.
After defeating Twilight, Keno's contempt for Ye Ling and Mutou Masao, who had yet to make a move, grew. He said to Miao Ren Kong and Vladimir, "Don't waste any more time. The souls of these individuals look very delicious. Let's finish them off quickly so I can enjoy them properly."
"Alright! I was just wanting some new corpse puppets!"
Miao Ren Kong agreed, took the bell from his waist, and shook it vigorously!
*Ding-a-ling!*
The bell emitted a piercing sound, and visible sound waves appeared around it, causing the ground to tremble.
Upon hearing the familiar bell sound, Sakura Yue's expression changed drastically. He quickly said, "Emperor, be careful! Miao Ren Kong is summoning his giant corpse puppet!"
"Miao Ren Kong previously used his corpse puppet to smash through our Bushi's mountain gate formation!"
*Rumble!*
As soon as Sakura Yue finished speaking, a giant corpse puppet, hundreds of meters tall, erupted from the ground within the Dragon Department base, casting a shadow over Ye Ling and the others.
"Wh-what is that?" Mutou Masao looked at the colossal corpse puppet with a look of horror, his legs starting to weaken.
He felt an unimaginable pressure emanating from the corpse puppet!
Mutou Masao, already weakened by Twilight's absorption of his cultivation, could not withstand the pressure when facing the might of a Red Dust Immortal.
If Ye Ling hadn't been in front of him, he would have tried his best to stand firm, but otherwise, he would have already fallen to his knees.
Miao Ren Kong flew out from the group of three and landed on the shoulder of the corpse puppet he had summoned. He caressed its flesh covered in decaying meat, his eyes becoming infatuated as he murmured, "What a beauty, I never tire of looking at you, no matter the time."
Seeing Miao Ren Kong's perverted behavior, Ye Ling couldn't help but mock, "I didn't expect you to have such a fetish, liking a giant pile of meat."
"If your father knew he had spawned such a perverted creature like you, would he perhaps jump out of his coffin in anger?"
Hearing Ye Ling's taunt, Miao Ren Kong's face instantly fell. He stared at Ye Ling with a dark expression and said sternly, "You court death!"
*Boom!*
As Miao Ren Kong finished speaking, the giant corpse puppet raised its massive palm and slammed it down fiercely towards Ye Ling!
The giant corpse puppet's palm descended, the air whistling!
The power of this giant corpse puppet's strike was enough to split an aircraft carrier in half!
However, after the giant corpse puppet's palm covered Ye Ling and the others, the ground did not collapse as Miao Ren Kong had anticipated. There wasn't even a sound!
Miao Ren Kong felt as if his corpse puppet had struck a ball of cotton.
"What's going on?"
A hint of confusion flashed in Miao Ren Kong's eyes. Before he could figure out what had happened, he suddenly felt himself rising continuously.
His corpse puppet was flying up.
Vladimir and Keno, floating in mid-air, saw the full picture and their faces changed drastically: "Heavens above!!!"
It wasn't Miao Ren Kong's corpse puppet that had flown up; it was Ye Ling who had lifted the colossal corpse puppet, weighing tens of thousands of tons, with sheer strength!