Little Red's Dominance

Ahead, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared. His face carried an air of natural authority, and he spoke.

Little Red slammed on the brakes, hovering silently in mid-air, his eyes locked firmly onto the man before him.

The man standing there was none other than a True Lord of the Demon Race at the Dao Integration stage.

Regardless of their species, once they achieved human form, they all preferred to take on the appearance of the Human Race. It was for no other reason than the fact that the human form was extremely convenient; it was just that simple.

It was not because the Human Race possessed an innate Dao body or was the closest existence to the Heavenly Dao—there was no such absurd reason.

If the Human Race were truly born with an affinity for the Great Dao, they would not be so cowardly.

"So it is Your Highness the Divine Beast. Where might Your Highness be heading?"

Only upon seeing Little Red did the middle-aged man's expression soften slightly.

"Where I am going is none of the True Lord's concern. I ask that the True Lord step aside."

Little Red spoke in a composed tone. Had the man before him not been a True Lord, he would have already started hurling insults, but he dared not curse a True Lord at the Dao Integration stage.

After all, no matter how impressive one's faction might be, one still had to be respectful in the presence of a mighty figure; otherwise, if that mighty figure killed you, you would have died in vain.

A True Lord at the Dao Integration stage was someone even an entire race had to treat with caution, let alone a single faction.

"Your Highness the Divine Beast may leave, but you must leave those three humans