Although the Eastern Prince's words sounded calm, his tone seethed with towering rage.
The Queen Mother of the West and the female immortals all looked beyond the cultivation grounds.
When those female immortals saw the Eastern Prince swaggering as he prepared to smash the gates of the Queen Mother of the West's Daoist Grounds, their beautiful eyes filled with profound fear.
"Fellow Daoist, sorry for the trouble."
The Queen Mother of the West spoke.
"No trouble. I'll be right back."
Daochen chuckled, then vanished in a flash, flying straight out of the Queen Mother of the West's Daoist Grounds.
"My lady, can Divine Lord Daochen really drive the Eastern Prince away?"
Inside the great hall, one female immortal could not help asking.
Over the past thousand years, as the Heavenly Court rose, the Eastern Prince's name had grown ever more renowned throughout the Primordial World. He himself had reached the mid quasi-saint stage, and the Heavenly Court also had many mighty quasi-saints holding the fort.
To women like them, who had never been to the Purple Heavens Palace, such a presence was simply unimaginable.
Even with Daochen taking action now, they could not help feeling worried.
There was no helping it. The Eastern Prince and the Heavenly Court's fearsome reputation loomed too large among these ordinary female immortals of the Primordial World.
"There's no need to worry. We need only wait here."
The Queen Mother of the West smiled faintly and spoke with a serene expression.
Outside the cultivation grounds, the Eastern Prince wore a purple-and-gold robe embroidered with nine-clawed dragons, his aura surging into the heavens. Above his head, a Nine-Turn Golden Dragon ten thousand zhang long circled silently in the void, its enormous head facing the gates of the Western Kunlun cultivation grounds.
This nine-clawed golden dragon