The one who had come was none other than Eastern Emperor Taiyi!
With a beat of his wings, Ice Peng flew to the front of the army and studied him intently.
The man merely stood there. He needed no words, revealed no killing intent, yet made heaven and earth alike hold their breath.
An instinctive wariness quietly crawled up Ice Peng's spine;
unease washed silently over his heart like freezing water.
He forcibly suppressed his agitation, deliberately keeping his voice even. "What exalted personage might you be, sir? Why are you blocking our path?"
That fleeting burst of might earlier had already convinced him that the man before him was no ordinary figure.
With his background still unknown, Ice Peng did not dare act rashly—
The waters of the Primordial Wilderness ran deep. If one casually ran into an old monster, there might be a great power standing behind him—one even his master would not lightly offend.
If he truly brought about a towering calamity, his master might not necessarily cover for him.
Ice Peng's loyalty to his master was genuine, but he also understood his master's way of doing things:
Subordinates were merely useful pieces on a board. Once their value was exhausted, they were cast aside like worn-out shoes.
He was valued only because he still had greater use to offer.
Therefore, before thoroughly uncovering Eastern Emperor Taiyi's origins, he would rather swallow his anger for the moment than strike without thought.
If the other party was willing to yield, that would be the most trouble-free outcome—
After all, he was here to handle proper business, not make enemies and forge grudges.
Faced with Ice Peng's unusually lowered stance, Eastern Emperor Taiyi remained utterly unmoved.
This was hardly surprising.
Back when the ancient Demon Court stood at its