Devour... Devour-Origin Beast?

Thus, on the very day of their wedding, before they even had the chance to enter the bridal chamber, Di Jun and the Cold Crow Princess left with a large group of experts.

This made the Doomsday Cold Crow Clan's chief so furious that his scalp went numb, yet there was nothing he could do.

He watched his own daughter, like a servant girl, attend to Di Jun's side as they gradually disappeared into the distance.

Their excuse to the outside world was that they were going sightseeing—in other words, going on their honeymoon.

"Spendthrift! You're nothing but mud that can't be plastered onto a wall!" the old chief cursed, nearly unable to catch his breath from rage.

"My Doomsday Cold Crow Clan has no successor. This daughter is completely ruined. It seems I'll have to have another child."

The old chief muttered to himself. Speaking of having children, his vigor remained undiminished; his treasured blade had not grown old, and he could still take the field and slay enemies.

There was no helping it. He could see no hope in this son-in-law of his, so he could only make another set of preparations.

As time passed and the world changed, before anyone knew it, the contest for the King of Divine Generals in the Mysterious Heaven Realm was about to begin. For the entire Mysterious Heaven Realm, this was an exceptionally rare grand event.

Powerhouses from every side received invitations and headed there as spectators.

The remaining eleven Divine Palaces aside from the Mysterious Yellow Hall also set out, making their way to the Mysterious Yellow Hall.

True Demon Palace. Ren Xiantian stared at the Cultivation Art Hall and muttered softly.

"This grand event requires the Palace Lord to be present. I'll spare you for now. When I return,