Although they were shocked that the Eastern Emperor had actually broken through to the middle stage of the first heaven of the Immortal Platform in such a short time, he was ultimately still more than a major realm below them and had no right to take part in a battle between supreme Holy Lords like them.
The Old Peng King frowned at the Eastern Emperor.
His icy gaze held both coldness and uncertainty.
A few days earlier, his grandson, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, whom he had always favored and valued most, who had always been supremely confident, proud, and untamable, had actually been beaten by a mount under the other party until his Dao heart had nearly collapsed.
He had heard that the mount was an ancient variant White Tiger with a Heavenly Demon Physique, an astonishing bloodline, and a terrifyingly powerful body.
The Azure Flood Dragon King sneered, thinking the other party far too arrogant.
Where did he get the confidence to challenge peak Great Powers like them?
At most, his strength was only at the middle stage of the first heaven of the Immortal Platform.
Surely he could not trigger the divine forbidden domain whenever he wished and fight opponents more than a dozen minor steps above him?
Still, if the other party truly had no regard for his life and wanted to fight them, then even if he might not be able to kill him, he would not mind teaching him a lesson.
Perhaps he could shatter the other party's Dao heart and leave him unable to recover.
That would rob the Yaoguang Holy Land of a Great Emperor seed once and for all.
"It's all right, Holy Lord..."
The Eastern Emperor rose into the air.
Brilliant radiance shone in all directions, like a Great Sun