The position of Vice Sect Master stood clearly above that of a personal disciple. If any one of the Twelve Golden Immortals took the role, everyone would naturally obey. This was Yuan Shi's intention.
Yet Randeng had barged in, filling the Twelve Golden Immortals with indignation—why should an elder cultivator like him come to fight their younger generation for power and profit?
Kunpeng, you...
Randeng was enraged beyond measure. He raised a hand and pointed at Kunpeng, intending to strike.
To be humiliated so publicly, especially before Tai Cang and the Twelve Golden Immortals, made him lose all face.
What do you mean, "you"?!
Kunpeng glared coldly at him and shouted, "Point at me again, and don't blame me for disregarding the Saint's dignity and taking your life!"
Having said that, he ignored Randeng's livid expression and turned to Tai Cang and the Twelve Golden Immortals. "Fellow Daoist Tai Cang, Twelve Golden Immortals, the banquet is ready. Please come inside with me."
"As you command."
Tai Cang and the Twelve Golden Immortals responded in unison, then headed into the Heavenly Emperor Palace.
After taking a few steps, Kunpeng suddenly stopped and turned back. He said coldly to Randeng, who had been about to follow, "Randeng, as the Vice Sect Master of Chan Sect, you are too distinguished for our Demon Race to entertain."
"Guards, escort Randeng out of the Demon Court. If he resists, kill him without mercy!"
"As you command!"
Voices rang out all around as several quasi-Saint Demon Gods closed in, their killing intent fully exposed as they locked onto Randeng.
They had heard every word of Randeng's mockery toward Tai Cang. Compared to a mere Randeng, Tai Cang had rendered the Demon Race a great favor. How could they possibly show Randeng any more courtesy?
Kunpeng, how