Fierce Battle 1

Before he could speak again, the little one acted spoiled. "Daddy, I want all of these."

She even took out the book that recorded the Ancient Ten Great Divine Artifacts and showed it to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun casually flipped through it and understood everything. The little one said in a milky, spoiled voice, "They're all mine." Her eyes rolled around slyly.

"What is that little head thinking about?" Ling Yun chuckled, pecking her smooth forehead.

"Daddy, I'm going too..." Seeing Ling Yun stand up, the little one worried he would leave her behind.

"I'm going to take a look down below." Ling Yun pointed beneath the divine peak...

He had been absent for so long, and the guts of the Devil Race had grown fat again? Did they really think he was a vegetarian?

The little one insisted on coming along; how could this little follower be left out?

Ling Yun decisively refused. He was going to kill people, not to play!

"Daddy doesn't love me anymore..." The little one rubbed her eyes, her tone somewhat choked up as if she wanted to cry.

"Yanran, hold onto her!" Ling Yun disappeared without looking back.

When he appeared beneath the divine peak once more, the crowd knelt. "Welcome, Supreme Emperor Lord!"

"Get up. To be honest, your performance makes this Emperor somewhat disappointed," Ling Yun said, crossing his arms and turning his back to them.

Right before his eyes was the Devil Race army. Old Man Tianqi swallowed hard; the final battle five hundred years ago had left him with quite a few lingering fears. Every time he thought of it, his heart fluttered and cold sweat poured down.

"Emperor Lord, long time no see." Old Man Tianqi still greeted him!

"Indeed, it's been a long time. So long that