The Yaoguang Sacred Son Refused to Wear Green

"Yuangu."

Ye Fan saw Yuangu too, and killing intent surged through him. That bastard had hunted his brother Pang Bo. Ye Fan owed much of his early rise to Pang Bo's help.

Besides, they had both come from Earth. They were classmates, best friends, brothers. All those bonds together made them closer than blood brothers.

"At the Myriad Races Assembly, the most laughable thing is that the Human Race has no one from its older generation. Apart from that old barbarian king, do you have any Dao-Severing Kings? When the Primordial Ancestral Kings arrive, I'd like to see whether your Human Race has anyone who can stand as their equal."

Yuangu had arrived, confident and arrogant. Standing beside the Son of the Celestial Emperor, he resembled a Primordial Demon Mountain, radiating terrifying pressure.

"Yuangu, you're always sticking your nose in. The Myriad Races Assembly isn't a place for you to run wild."

Ye Fan spoke up. He wore the Ancient Sacred Body's flesh as a shell, with his Primordial Spirit hidden inside the Heaven-Swallowing Devil Jar. Few could recognize him like this.

"Yuangu, I've heard about you, you overgrown winter melon. You seem awfully arrogant. Come over here if you dare, and watch this Sacred Body twist off your pig head."

Duan De immediately joined in. He was using Ye Fan's body to draw hatred and felt not the slightest guilt about it.

Their companions were speechless. They all knew this was Duan De, not Ye Fan.

Yuangu had not expected these two humans to provoke him. He had already completed Dao Severing and held the Human Race in no regard.

That included the Northern Emperor and the Eastern Demon. As for Ye Fan's Sacred Body, he cared even less. Without Dao Severing, Ye Fan was an ant before him.