The Sky Tearing Peng Emperor had a burly, upright frame and a stern face, his heroic bearing intimidating.
A pair of enormous golden wings spread behind him, their feathers seemingly forged from gold, dazzling and brilliant. A suffocating pressure radiated from his entire body.
His true form was the Azure Sky Peng, royalty among the Peng clan.
"Congratulations on emerging from seclusion, Peng Emperor. Your divine arts have greatly advanced!"
A white figure instantly stepped forward. A tuft of flowing white hair atop his head fluttered in the wind.
It was none other than the White Sheep Demon King.
The former spirited brilliance was gone from his face, replaced by a somewhat grave expression.
"They have indeed greatly improved. I have drawn another step closer to the God King Realm, and I may have hope of advancing within twenty years." The Sky Tearing Peng Emperor transformed into a middle-aged man in golden robes. Smiling faintly, he appeared exceptionally pleased.
This period of seclusion had yielded considerable gains.
His talent had always been extraordinarily high. He had cultivated for only a little over three thousand years, yet he was already approaching the God King level.
Among demons and monsters, he was considered a heaven-sent genius.
"By the way, why are you alone? Where are those fellows White Bone, Crow, and Ox Demon? Why do I not see a single one of them?"
The Sky Tearing Peng Emperor spoke casually.
"They are all dead!" the White Sheep Demon King said in a deep voice.
"Of the Eight Kings, only the two of us remain. Six have fallen!"
What?
Upon hearing this,
the Sky Tearing Peng Emperor's eyes turned cold. The surging blood energy around him was nearly impossible to suppress. "Who was it? Did the Nine Nations Grotto-Heavens launch a massive invasion?"