The suppressive feeling from the Golden Crow Soul increased once again, and it put Yun Che’s final trace of consciousness on the verge of completely collapsing. He still used all of his will and screamed, “The power of the Golden Crow… If… it is really that strong… why would you mind… whether or not… the Phoenix’s bloodline exists… Minding it that much… can only mean that… towards the Phoenix’s bloodline… not only was there no disdain… that you showed on the surface… instead… you have a sense of inferior… resentment!!”