"Motley-feathered birds, you still dared to come here?!"
The one who said this was none other than Zhurong.
Four or five figures appeared on the distant ground. At their head stood a youth of seventeen or eighteen, clad in golden robes. His face was covered in golden-red patterns, and a round sun divine seal lay deep within his brow. He bore the aspect of a great sun upon his back, while a Golden Crow cried behind him.
There were also several strangely dressed figures. At their head was a middle-aged man in black, with a hooked nose, long hair draped over his shoulders, and a sinister face. His eyes swept over the surroundings, his expression indifferent.
The golden-robed youth sneered.
"This entire land beneath the heavens falls under the Celestial Court's rule. Why would this prince not dare?"
Zhurong sneered.
"Bullshit! Since when could the motley-feathered birds in the sky meddle with matters on the ground? What a joke!"
Though his words were full of disdain, killing intent flickered in his eyes!
The golden-robed youth's narrow eyes turned cold at those words.
"Such insolence. Do you wish to follow in your Father God's footsteps?"
Zhurong flew into a rage. Violent divine power erupted from his body, but beside the golden-robed figure, the black-clad figure who had remained silent all this time calmly stepped forward. A similarly earthshaking divine power flowed out from his body, as though countless storms were forming within his eyes. It possessed the might to swallow heaven and devour earth, its demon aura vast and majestic.
The divine power radiating from him was in no way inferior to that of the second-generation Zhurong—if anything, it was slightly stronger. Zhurong's expression changed slightly. The Emperor Yan casually stopped him, slowly rising to his feet as his gaze fell