"Sword brother, I'm sorry. I still lost." Once again standing behind Tianlin, Ning Rongrong looked very aggrieved.

Tianlin tapped her pouting lips with his finger, smiling. "Silly girl, what are you thinking? You did more than enough. If it were an average Soul Sage getting grazed by the Flame Lord, even their bones would have been melted by now."

"Exactly, Rongrong. Don't mind it. The Snowy Dance of Ultimate Ice is the strongest domain of the Far North, even surpassing the innate domains of god-level martial souls. It's normal that you can't fully control it yet," the Snow Empress comforted.

The Ice Empress nodded. "Snow Empress is right. And if you look at the outcome, you actually won."

The Ice Empress didn't bother hiding her words from the Flame Lord—they reached its ears word for word.

The Flame Lord was instantly enraged. "Nonsense! That little girl beat me? Even if she barely mastered that domain and hit me, it'd only hurt me slightly. If I went all out, she'd be dead within the time of a single incense stick!"

"Heh, a fearsome beast over 200,000 years old, injured by a mere seventy-ranked Soul Sage—a little girl at that—isn't that even more humiliating than death? Don't you agree, Bingbing?" Skydream Iceworm chided, sucking up to the Ice Empress.

"Exactly, even Skydream, that useless bug, understands this. And you still have the face to argue? You're even worse than trash." The Ice Empress didn't spare Skydream either, scolding both at once.

"Bingbing is always right! Bingbing is the best!" Skydream, shameless as ever, even cheered.

The Snow Empress looked at Little White. "Xiaobai, let me ask: if you fought a seventy-level little girl and got hurt, would you be embarrassed?"

"How strong is level seventy?" Xiaobai looked confused. Having never met humans before Tianlin and Ning Rongrong, he didn't know soul master rankings.

The Snow Empress thought for a moment and explained, "Seventy is about the same as a fifty or sixty-thousand-year-old cub from your Ice Bear clan—oh, and a female cub!"

"So weak? No way, Xiaobai would never lose like that. Mother, you have to believe me!" Xiaobai, feeling wronged, tried to explain. But with no body left, all he could do was act cute.

"You… you bunch of bastards!" The Flame Lord's veins bulged. Although it couldn't see the four soul bodies, their soul talk was meant for it to hear—clearly mocking it!

Tianlin broke out in a cold sweat. He hadn't realized that some of the strongest soul beasts in Douluo Continent were so sharp-tongued. They weren't trying to kill the Flame Lord but to anger it to death.

Only Xiaobai wasn't intentional, but its natural tone was the most hurtful.

"What are you people really here for?" The Flame Lord forced himself to calm down. He could see that these people weren't here to cause trouble.

If they'd wanted to, the two humans could easily defeat him together. With all the flames in the valley absorbed, he couldn't resurrect. If they meant to kill him, he'd already be dead.

"We mean no harm. We only came to find out why this space exists, and whether you'll threaten the Far North. Your answers will determine our attitude," Tianlin said as he stepped forward.

"Hmph, and if I did pose a threat, what would you do? Kill me here? Let me tell you, the Far North is nothing to me. If I want to go, I will; the soul beasts there, I can kill as I please. What can you do?" the Flame Lord blustered. In truth, he had no interest in the Far North. He only went there by accident and got beaten. He never planned to return.

Still, as a top fire-type soul beast, he had a rebellious streak. The more he was threatened, the more stubborn he became.

Hearing this, the Ice Empress's face darkened. "In that case, Tianlin, don't be polite. Kill him. Even if you don't absorb his soul ring, there's still a 200,000-year soul bone to take."

The Ice Empress was hot-tempered too and didn't care what the Flame Lord really thought. If he was unreasonable, he deserved to die.

"In that case, there's no other way. Come, let's fight!"

Tianlin grasped the hilt of his magic sword, sword aura rising. The Flame Lord's body ignited in flames, the sea of fire boiling—they were on the verge of another fierce battle.

Suddenly, a majestic voice rang out. "Stop, Ah Huo, and you, inheritor of the Asura God and the prospective inheritor of the Sea God."

This voice carried boundless power. Just its tone dispersed both Tianlin's sword aura and the Flame Lord's raging flames.

Tianlin was slightly stunned. Even an Ultimate Douluo couldn't do this. There was only one possibility—the newcomer was a god!

In the sky, a red-haired man slowly descended. It wasn't his true body, but a projection, similar to what the Asura God and Sword God had shown before.

When the Flame Lord saw the man, all its previous bluster vanished. It prostrated humbly. "Greetings, Lord Fire God! My lord, why have you descended in person?"

Hearing the title, everyone except Tianlin was shocked—the man before them was actually a first-rank god from the Divine Realm, the Fire God!

Tianlin had already guessed. Only a god could create such a stable space. He just hadn't expected it to be a first-rank god.

If he was right, this was the Fire God's legacy land. No wonder Ma Hongjun found it later—it was indeed on Douluo Continent.

Only, hidden in a different space, so it wasn't as obvious as other gods' inheritances.

"If I hadn't come, you'd probably have died today, Ah Huo. I've known you for almost two hundred thousand years. When will you fix that temper?" The Fire God chided the Flame Lord.

It seemed the Flame Lord, like Xiaobai on Seagod Island, was a guardian soul beast of this Scorching Hell, and had been friends with the Fire God since before he ascended.

"Lord Fire God, they intruded…"

The Flame Lord tried to defend itself, but the Fire God cut him off. "Enough. I know exactly what happened. As kings of the Far North, the Ice Empress and Snow Empress are responsible for handling matters before leaving. These people only came to find out the truth. You didn't even give them a chance to explain and attacked first. What am I to do with you?"

The Fire God's tone was full of helplessness. He'd known the Flame Lord for many years—not really intending to punish it, just to scold it lightly.