Faced with Fuxi's furious questioning and accusations, he immediately played dumb, hoping to muddle through.
The moment Fuxi heard this, his eyes turned cold. His expression grew solemn, and he let out a cold snort.
"Hmph! What debt? The Demon Clan owes the Human Race more debts than you could count! Since you, Demon Emperor, have forgotten, I'll list them out for you and help restore your memory!"
"Let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about what happened today. Do you, Di Jun, dare swear to the heavens that today's incident wasn't your scheme and plot?"
"This Emperor... This Emperor..."
Having been exposed to his face, Di Jun flushed scarlet with shame. He stammered for a long while, unable to come up with a coherent response.
Seeing his Emperor being cornered, Kunpeng immediately stepped forward and fired back.
"Lord Fuxi, I respect you because you were the former Demon Emperor, but you can't make baseless accusations and slander the Demon Clan!"
"What evidence do you have that everything today was His Majesty's scheme and plot? Without evidence, you're framing him—blatantly framing him!"
The most useful thing Kunpeng had was his silver tongue. He was extraordinarily skilled with words.
Earlier, he had relied on that silver tongue to persuade Nuwa and Tongtian one after another. With his gift of gab, Kunpeng had never feared anyone.
At the very least, he had never lost when it came to verbal attacks.
"You! You! You still dare argue?"
Fuxi was rendered speechless with rage. His face flushed red, his entire body trembled, and his lungs felt ready to explode.
Did this still require evidence?
He and Nuwa were the strongest evidence!
Di Jun and Kunpeng had plotted to trap him and Nuwa in the Heavenly Court, and they had nearly been unable to