The Ten Golden Crow Princes!

Dijun and Xihe had been Dao companions for a thousand years and bore ten sons, the ten princes of the Demon Race. Each of these sons was extraordinary. From the moment they were born, they possessed the realm of a High Immortal. Every one of them was an expert at playing with fire, wielding Sun True Fire with consummate mastery!

Yet these ten princes spent their days knowing nothing of cultivation, only eating, drinking, and making merry. Relying on their status as princes of the Demon Race, they spent all day tormenting the various Great Demons. Now, whenever anyone in the Demon Race saw the ten princes, they would tremble in fear. They wanted to slip away but did not dare; there was nothing they could do. After all, these were the young masters of the entire Demon Race!

That day, Dijun once again heard that his ten sons had caused trouble. The lingering fear from his narrow escape from death immediately transformed into a bellyful of fury! Ordinarily, he would at most have scolded them and let the matter rest, but this time, the ten of them had happened to crash right into the muzzle of their father's anger!

"Those little brats must be properly disciplined today!" Dijun's face was ablaze with rage. Without another word, he directly ordered someone to bring his ten sons over!

"Father Emperor, what orders do you have for your sons? We still need to go play," the eldest son said!

When Dijun saw his ten sons arrive, his heart had originally softened somewhat. With the Eastern Emperor having just persuaded him from the side, he had been about to give them a casual light punishment and let it go. But the moment he heard his son talk of nothing but playing, he was