As the saying went, the crown prince guarded the realm, while the princes defended the borders.
Young Master Death-Defying appeared to be surrounded by stars and basking in boundless glory, but on the power chessboard of the Wusheng Realm, he did not even have the qualifications to enter the game.
Which Divine Son with any hope of inheriting the throne was not constantly at an Immortal King's side, comprehending the Supreme Great Dao day and night? How could he be banished to such a remote backwater?
"Playboy? How dare you call me a playboy?!"
The composure on Young Master Death-Defying's face collapsed in an instant, as though his reverse scale had been forcibly gouged out. Flames of anger nearly burst from those golden pupils.
For many years, no matter what situation he faced, he had always maintained his elegant bearing and earned considerable praise.
Yet Shen Yun's few words were like a poisoned dagger, viciously stabbing the deepest scar in his heart.
"Sin Battalion, heed my command! Tear him limb from limb!"
Young Master Death-Defying was furious—thoroughly, utterly furious. His tone was no longer condescending, but a hysterical roar.
He issued an order to kill on the spot, vowing to make the other party pay in blood.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment his voice fell, the Sin Camp Death Guards suddenly erupted into action.
Without the slightest warning, hundreds and thousands of black demonic lights pierced through heaven and earth like evil dragons emerging from an abyss. Their very first move was already a killing blow.
"The Young Master has given the order! Leave no survivors!"
The three figures at the front had black cloaks snapping furiously in the wind. Like ill-omened crows above the Nether River, they descended upon him with monstrous Killing Intent.
Swish—
Three Soul-Locking Demonic Chains