Rain Master Dragon Lord truly wished he could tear White Tiger Star Lord to pieces with his bare hands.
But after the fury ebbed and he thought calmly, how was he supposed to take revenge?
He certainly could not just storm White Tiger Hall.
"Lure him to the Chiqing Realm?" His eyes darted about before he rejected the idea himself. "But who knows how long that Essence-Devouring Divine Turtle will lie there?"
As he racked his brains, he suddenly slapped his thigh, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes. "I've got it! Doesn't that old white tiger have a precious daughter? If I find a way to lure her to the Chiqing Realm, then arrange a little 'accident'... Hmph, let's see whether you can still sit still!"
Right now, all he could think about was making White Tiger Star Lord pay the price. Even his grudge against Su Hao had temporarily been cast to the back of his mind.
Compared to the portion of Dao Fruit origin he had lost, what the hell were those bloodline grudges with the Four Seas Dragon Clan? Had he known such a monster was squatting in the Chiqing Realm, he would not have set foot there even if it killed him.
One day, five years later.
The Heavenly Emperor sat upright upon his Nine-Dragon Throne, listening to an immortal official report on affairs, when his expression suddenly shifted slightly and his divine sense instantly sank into the "chaos space."
On one of the branches near the crown of the towering tree that supported the Three Realms, a brand-new point of light was slowly gathering and taking shape, emanating a unique Dao rhythm that sealed all things and governed the rules.
"Restriction Dao Fruit."
"It's actually the Restriction Dao Fruit!"
The Heavenly Emperor's heart shook