He had originally planned to wait until the two brothers had fully recovered their cultivation before returning to the Primordial Wilderness to settle old scores;
Who would have thought that enemies would meet on a narrow road? That traitor was actually entrenched in the Northern Kuru Continent as well—and had already set his sights on them!
Since he had delivered himself to their door, they would settle old and new grudges together—this traitor of the Demon Race had to be eliminated without delay!
At this moment, Dijun's killing intent surged, and his eyes reddened.
For an Demon Emperor like him, so deep and inscrutable that he never let joy or anger show on his face, displaying his emotions so openly was already the utmost extreme.
Even Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who had accompanied him for tens of millions of years, had rarely seen his older brother lose control like this.
This meant—Kunpeng was someone he absolutely had to kill!
With that thought, Eastern Emperor Taiyi's own killing intent blazed up like a raging fire.
He too recalled that it was Kunpeng's betrayal in the midst of battle that had caused the Demon Race's military morale to collapse and their great cause to crumble;
It had led to both brothers detonating themselves, and Fuxi falling alongside them...
Every single grievance was unforgivable!
Kunpeng had to pay his blood debt in blood!
Drawing a deep breath, Dijun's chest slowly rose and fell.
He forced down the roiling fury within him, restoring calm to his mind.
The hatred he bore for Kunpeng now was like a wildfire consuming a mountain. He wished he could immediately tear the other man apart, grind him into dust, and scatter him to the wind.
But the last shred of clarity still reminded him: he could not act rashly.