Kunpeng glared at Xuanyuan, his fists clenched tight, his teeth grinding audibly. His whole body trembled nonstop; he was clearly furious.
And who could blame him?
He, Old Ancestor Kunpeng, was the only Kunpeng in all of heaven and earth, the Demon Master of the Demon Clan, and a mighty Quasi-Saint. He considered himself powerful enough to rank among the top ten in the Primordial World.
Before this, aside from Dao Ancestor Hongjun, a Heavenly Dao Saint, not even Sanqing, Jieyin, or Dijun had been able to make him submit completely.
Otherwise, he would not have maintained such a strained relationship with the two Demon Emperors, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi.
But today, in front of all these powerful figures from the Primordial World, Xuanyuan had humiliated him like this.
Enough was enough!
Yet before he let his fury erupt, he forced it down and bowed deeply to Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi. "I beg the two Demon Emperors to uphold justice for your subordinate!"
Donghuang Taiyi nodded without hesitation and stepped forward.
Proud, arrogant, and overbearing, Donghuang Taiyi had many flaws. But there was no denying that he treated his own people well.
Otherwise, so many powerful members of the Demon Clan would not have supported him.
But just as he took a step forward, a large hand stopped him.
Dijun shook his head slightly and sent a voice transmission. "Second Brother, don't act rashly. Are you really going to drag the entire Demon Clan into a quagmire for one Kunpeng?"
At the words "Demon Clan," Donghuang Taiyi's body shuddered. His ever-straight posture seemed to slump.
Kunpeng's heart turned cold. He knew that from this moment on, the Demon Clan had abandoned him completely.
But he didn't regret it. Instead, a heroic spirit unlike anything he'd ever felt before rose within