"An Innate Dao Monarch, huh?"
"The Divine Race's name may have a grand meaning, but at its root, it is merely a small clan in the Three Realms. Killing one Innate Dao Monarch should be painful enough for the Divine Race."
Just as the two were fiercely battling, a profound voice abruptly inserted itself, catching everyone's attention.
Subsequently, they saw a figure, whose face was blurred and who was entirely wrapped in Yin and Yang energies, gracefully walking out of the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower towards where the two were sparring.
Every movement the man made seemed to be accompanied by divine power, exuding immense power. As he strolled down, grains of a vast galaxy poured down from the void, rumbling thunderously like a blanket covering everything.
