And ever since that earth-shaking battle, Kunpeng had seemed to vanish from the face of the earth, never appearing in the Primordial World again.
No one knew where the rumor had come from, but it said that Kunpeng had been captured alive by some mysterious, peerless great power and locked away in some hidden place, where his wings were cut off specifically to provide Buzhou Mountain with an endless supply for barbecue.
Many people heard it and thought it was pure, baseless nonsense.
Kunpeng was one of the three thousand Red Dust Guests of Purple Cloud Palace, a mighty being at the peak of Quasi-Sage. How could he possibly be penned up like a meat chicken?
But Duobao felt that this rumor was most likely true.
Duobao thought back to that bit of gossip the old man had once mentioned—"Kunpeng is miserable as hell in the North Sea"—then fixed his eyes on the profound treasure-light faintly showing within Nezha's collar, and his mind began spinning wildly out of control.
The rumor was actually true!
Towering waves surged in Duobao's heart:
That old thief Kunpeng was an ancient mighty being at the peak of Quasi-Sage. His pair of flesh wings had a speed unmatched throughout the Primordial World, and when it came to lifesaving escape methods, only Saints could reach him.
An existence capable of capturing such an old monster alive, forcibly taking away his companion supreme treasure He Tu Luo Shu, and even penning him up like a meat chicken to "snip his wings"... Just what terrifying level of great power did that freaking have to be?!
The more Duobao thought about it, the more his scalp went numb.
This mysterious great power had not only seized a fate-suppressing divine object like He Tu Luo Shu, comparable to a Primordial