Tongtian Cult Master carried Kunpeng's true form and went straight to the front courtyard.
The three of them saw Kunpeng and immediately couldn't sit still.
Good heavens, the owner of this courtyard had actually captured the Demon Master Kunpeng?
If Tai Yi found out, the Human Race would probably face utter destruction.
But... the owner of this courtyard didn't seem afraid of the Demon Clan.
"Honestly, you! Always so careless!"
Li Ping'an's voice rang out, tinged with exasperation.
"Let your little uncle handle this!"
Li Ping'an snatched Kunpeng from Tongtian's hands, then took out a kitchen knife that was an Innate Supreme Treasure and moved to cut off Kunpeng's head.
Kunpeng: "Yamete!"
"Wait!"
Yuanshi hurriedly stopped him.
Li Ping'an paused and asked, "What is it?"
Yuanshi coughed nervously a couple of times, afraid that he might upset Li Ping'an and get chopped up himself.
"Fellow Daoist, the pheasant in your hands is the Demon Master Kunpeng. For our sake, why not spare him?"
Although Yuanshi looked down on Kunpeng, Kunpeng was still one of the Prehistoric World's innate living beings.
Yuanshi would feel a little guilty if Kunpeng died so ignominiously.
"This bird is Kunpeng?"
Li Ping'an looked at the Kunpeng in his hands. To his surprise, he could actually make out a few humanlike expressions on the bird's face. It even had tears in its eyes.
Although he had transmigrated to the Prehistoric World, he was still just an ordinary mortal. How could he possibly have the strength to capture Kunpeng?
"Forget it. This bird seems to have some intelligence, so I won't eat him."
Li Ping'an untied the rope around Kunpeng and tossed him straight out of the courtyard.
Kunpeng landed hard on his backside outside the courtyard. He glanced back at Yuanshi gratefully, then fled at once.