By the time Kunpeng realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
Taotie closed his mouth.
The Great Stomach Space had become a detention cell.
No matter how fast Kunpeng was, he could not escape.
"Who?!"
"Who dares to ambush this Old Ancestor?!"
Amid the ink-black darkness, Kunpeng's face was frighteningly grim as he growled in a low voice.
He had just made off with the loot and had not even made it home before being detained. Kunpeng was about to explode.
"Kunpeng, the Hetu Luoshu does not belong to you. This treasure is destined for The West. Please hand it over."
Cangyuan's voice echoed through the dark space.
His words caused Kunpeng's expression to shift abruptly.
His face alternated between stormy and clear.
The West?!
The territory of those two impoverished Saints.
Those two did not even spare Houtian Spiritual Treasures. Now they had set their sights on him.
No.
That was not a Saint's voice.
Could it be a disciple of the Western Teach?
Maitreya, Medicine Buddha, or Ksitigarbha?!
Kunpeng remained silent as he pondered inwardly.
"Kunpeng, if you refuse to hand over the Hetu Luoshu, then I will send you to the Netherworld Underworld and have that Saint personally ask you for it."
Cangyuan's voice sounded again, threatening Kunpeng.
The Saint of the Netherworld Underworld?
Wasn't that Houtu?!
Kunpeng panicked.
He completely panicked.
If he fell into Houtu's hands, his fate was easy to imagine.
"Fellow cultivator, don't!"
Kunpeng hurriedly spoke and reluctantly took out the Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure—the Hetu Luoshu. "Consider this Hetu Luoshu Kunpeng's tribute to the Saint. Please accept it, Saint."
Spiritual Treasures were precious, but life was priceless!
Especially for a selfish, scheming villain like Kunpeng, who valued himself above all else.
There was no way he would throw away his