The single word "Prince" made everyone's eyes light up. They hurriedly looked over to see a young man floating in the air, his hands clasped behind his back, coldly watching Donglin and his men.
"So, you're the Prince of the Celestial Dragon Empire?" Donglin sized Yi Tianyun up, inwardly shocked. 'Isn't he a bit too young?'
He looked to be under twenty, yet he's already a Prince? And since he can fly, his cultivation is undoubtedly at the Spirit Pill Stage. Rumor has it that the Prince is incredibly formidable, capable of controlling the Celestial Dragon Treasure and clashing head-on with the Dragon Chancellor.
But that was all just hearsay. Donglin and his men didn't really believe it. Perhaps he had only managed to win through a desperate, life-or-death struggle.
"That's right. It's me," Yi Tianyun said, looking at him calmly. In his eyes, Donglin was already a dead man.
