Miserable · Sect Master · Miserable

Ao Bing was furious—furious to a degree he found very, very hard to suppress.

In a corner of the Eastern Sea Crystal Palace, a place where the Old Dragon King did not usually show himself, Ao Bing, the Third Prince who ran the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace, emerged from a current of water and paced back and forth impatiently with his hands behind his back.

He, the dignified Third Prince of the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace! Today! At the edge of the Eastern Sea, he had actually been beaten up by a little brat wearing a dudou!

Was there still any Heavenly Principle? Were there still any heavenly rules!

The key was!

He had not even won...

Yes, he was the dignified Third Prince of the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace. Once his bloodline awakened, he could steadily enter the Golden Immortal Realm in the future. Though the Dragon King Bloodline within him was too thin for him to soar into the heavens in a single leap like his second brother.

But he was still a dragon, damn it!

Today, he had gone to Human Race territory to warm the hearts of Human Race women, only to be pinned to the ground and beaten senseless by a little brat in a dudou!

Where had that fellow gotten such immense strength!

"Where are the four of you! This prince's four... Hiss!"

Ao Bing clutched his badly swollen cheek and sucked in a cold breath. His whole dragon self felt awful.

Why could he not even use dharma power to remove the swelling?

Had they not said this was mortal territory, with barely any Human Race Qi Refiners?

Even if there were Human Race Qi Refiners, did they not cultivate after growing up? Since when were Human Race youngsters this strong!

"Guards!"

"Here!