Kunpeng was precisely the traitor they had hated for myriad years, the very thought of him making their teeth ache with rage.
A fence-sitter like him, currying favor first with one side and then the other, turning with the wind—once his master showed weakness, he would inevitably be the first to slip away.
Heartless, faithless, utterly shameless.
How could they allow him to take even half a step back into their camp?
During the ancient Witch-Demon War, the brothers had once fallen victim to him and suffered terribly at his hands.
This time, they would never tread the same path again.
"Hmph! Kunpeng, stop entertaining such wishful fantasies! Do you really think we brothers would still believe that grandiose drivel of yours?! I still remember the events of old as clearly as ever—if you had not turned traitor at the crucial moment and fled, abandoning your race, how could the Demon Race have fallen to such a state today? This blood debt must be settled today! A wretch like you, who betrays his master for glory, will not be allowed into our camp even if you attain the Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin, or even join the ranks of Heavenly Dao Saints!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi's expression was stern. Hearing Kunpeng's brazen plea, the corners of his lips curled up as he let out a cold laugh, mocking him without mercy.
He had long seen through Kunpeng's false face of surrender—he was merely putting on a show of allegiance in a desperate bid to survive; once he caught his breath, his long-dormant ambitions would blaze up again like wildfire. Unwilling to remain beneath another, he would sooner or later turn on them and betray them once more.
How could the ancient tragedy be allowed to repeat itself?
The brothers had