The sight before him was too horrifying, the impact so overwhelming that it nearly left him dazed. He did not want to believe it, did not dare believe it, could not believe it!
Others might have been baffled by those two streaks of golden light tearing through the air, but how could Kunpeng, once the Demon Preceptor of the ancient Demon Court, fail to recognize them?
That was the Golden Crow Clan's unique innate art—the Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation Technique!
One of the supreme secret arts once possessed by the Demon Race's royal bloodline.
What made his spine go cold was that those two auras... were familiar enough to make him tremble!
They belonged to Dijun and Taiyi—the two ancient Demon Emperors!
But they had clearly self-destructed their Primordial Spirits in the Witch-Demon War, their bodies shattered, their true spirits erased, not even a trace left behind!
He had watched with his own eyes as they vanished between Heaven and Earth, with no possibility of return.
And now, they were standing before him, alive and well?
What kind of sinister impossibility was this?!
Kunpeng's mind was a chaotic blur, his thoughts nearly grinding to a halt.
As the golden light faded, Dijun and Taiyi stood side by side, their lightning-sharp gazes falling upon Kunpeng's face.
Seeing him distraught and ashen-faced, both men's eyes flashed with a trace of satisfaction.
During the ancient Witch-Demon War, this traitor had fled before the battle even began, the first to crumble, directly causing the Demon Race's morale to collapse and their entire front to fall apart.
They had kept this old debt in mind for far, far too long.
Today, it was time to settle it all—principal and interest alike!
"Kunpeng, after all these years, you're still the same—cowardly without a shred of shame."