The glistening spear was a meagre 3 feet away from Chenglei's forehead, prepared to pierce forward in the next instant. However… Dyon had underestimated the willingness of the Daiyu to die for their prince.
Centuries had passed since the Daiyu were at their peak, but many here had been fed stories since their birth. Although their bloodline was no longer among the purest, they still had the arrogance of Dragons seeded deep within their bones.
They had been disrespected, and effectively castrated by the celestial deer sect, even to the point where their very beast forms were locked away. And now, their bloodlines were so diluted that their young had lost all ability to manifest their most prized form, settling instead for pitiful soul manifestations from techniques stolen from the Elves.
