The Primordial Peng Race Dared to Block His Way?

A cold, domineering "Die" left the mouth of the Primordial Peng Race's Holy Son, echoing through the silent starry sky.

His voice was filled with unquestionable arrogance, as if what he'd said wasn't a threat but a perfectly reasonable statement of fact.

It was as though demanding that Xiao Yang hand over his Star Shuttle and his woman before getting lost was an enormous favor to him.

All around them, many people aboard flying boats and war chariots from other factions noticed the commotion and turned their attention this way, eager to watch the show.

"Oh, it's the Primordial Peng Race's Golden Winged Little Peng King. That guy's still as overbearing as ever."

"Heh, what can you expect? He's the Primordial Peng Race's Holy Son. His bloodline is noble, and his talent is exceptional. He's already at the peak of the Venerable Realm at such a young age. He's certainly got the means to act so high and mighty."

"That blood-red Star Shuttle looks like it's a high-grade one. It's made entirely of Void Divine Gold—a top-tier ride for the starry sky. No wonder the Golden Winged Little Peng King took a liking to it."

"Is the Star Shuttle all he's taken a liking to? I'm pretty sure I saw a woman inside just now. What a figure! I bet he's got his eye on her too."

"Tsk, tsk, that kid's in for trouble. Now that the Golden Winged Little Peng King has set his sights on him, he'll probably lose everything today—not to mention his life."

Jeering voices rang out from all directions.

In their eyes, there was no suspense about how this clash would end.

On one side was the Primordial Peng Race's Holy Son, renowned throughout the Three Thousand Immortal States and blessed with a powerful bloodline.