Dragon Emperor's Daughter

The Son of the Celestial Emperor had arrived. Five-colored divine rings enveloped him as he walked between heaven and earth, like a Heavenly God descending to the mortal realm. His entire body shone brilliantly, down to every strand of hair. He gazed quietly toward the Yaochi Sacred Land, his eyes seeming to hold seas flowing past and mulberry fields turning to desert—the vast changes of ten thousand ages.

This alone made the Son of the Celestial Emperor an astonishing sight.

His air of grandeur was already at its peak, and many of the Primordial Race loved exactly that.

The Human Race favored restraint and modesty.

The Primordial Royal Clans were the opposite. Flaunting their power, throwing their weight around, and answering to no one—that was what they liked best.

"The Myriad Races Assembly is perfect! Now the Human Race's Sacred Body, Eastern Demon, Northern Emperor, and the rest can all come out and die!"

A lackey beside the Son of the Celestial Emperor spoke. At the Dao-Severing King Third Heavenly Layer, he looked toward Yaochi with a cold gaze full of killing intent.

"Son of the Celestial Emperor, you filthy cur. You finally dare show your face, and the moment you arrive, you bring your dogs to bark for you. Like master, like hound."

Just then, a streak of golden light rushed in from afar. A staff swung down at the Son of the Celestial Emperor.

The Dao-Severing King who had just spoken cried out at his audacity and charged forward to block it. The next instant, unable to resist at all, he was smashed into pulp.

Everyone was stunned. The newcomer was a monkey whose golden blood surged like a vast ocean. Anyone who did not know better might have thought the Sacred Body Ye Fan had attacked.

Clearly,