Wang Shu, a Mere Quasi-Saint-How Dare She Meddle in the Affairs of Saints? Killing Intent!

Zhen Yuanzi frowned and tightened his grip on the whisk in his hand.

Every strand on that whisk stood erect, trembling violently as though desperately suppressing its master's fury.

Zhen Yuanzi had lived through countless Yuan Huis and witnessed countless betrayals, but betraying a benefactor and then kicking him while he was down, like Kunpeng had done—he had truly seen few such people!!

Back during the Witch-Demon Tribulation, Demon Master Kunpeng had suddenly stolen the River Diagram and Luo Book, causing the Demon Race to collapse completely.

Such petty villainy was utterly despicable!

Yet back then, Demon Emperor Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi had forcibly compelled Demon Master Kunpeng to join the Heavenly Court and seized Kunpeng's True Spirit. Kunpeng had stolen the books and fled; that could barely be considered the cycle of Karma!!

But how had Qingyuan ever wronged Demon Master Kunpeng now?

How could Demon Master Kunpeng still speak such lofty, self-righteous words?

Ancestor Minghe snorted coldly within the Blood Sea, the mockery on his face utterly undisguised.

Even the roar of the Blood Sea's surging waves seemed to quiet somewhat, as though even this filthy sea detested Kunpeng's words.

Minghe turned over in the Blood Sea. Scarlet waves splashed dozens of feet into the air, and every drop reflected Kunpeng's fawning face before Minghe shattered it with a single palm strike.

The Way of Slaughter around him rumbled thunderously.

He wished he could crush Demon Master Kunpeng into powder!

Queen Mother of the West stood nearby, her lips pressed into a thin line, the disgust in her eyes completely unconcealed.

Even the Kunlun Immortal Light behind her dimmed somewhat, as though its mistress had deliberately restrained its radiance, unwilling to share the same glow as Kunpeng.

Her fingers dug into her palm within her