Ye Jun's appearance on the Sun Star had gone unnoticed by Kunpeng. If Kunpeng had known, he would never have struck so ruthlessly and directly.
"Master, Ancestor Hong Yun is a renowned Great Being in the prehistoric world. Could he really have been tricked by Kunpeng just like that?" Taotie's voice rang out.
Ye Jun smiled and replied calmly, "Never underestimate any Great Being in the prehistoric world. When it comes to speed, Kunpeng is unmatched."
Hearing Ye Jun's explanation, Taotie nodded in a very humanlike way, as if he understood.
But there was another point Ye Jun hadn't mentioned: anyone could tell that Kunpeng was deeply cunning.
It was only natural that he would scheme against Ancestor Hong Yun.
Watching Ancestor Hong Yun retreat in panic, Kunpeng licked his lips with a sinister grin and asked, "Ancestor Hong Yun, do you have any last words?"
He then slowly walked toward him. Ancestor Hong Yun was gravely wounded.
Kunpeng had no fear that the man could still escape.
Ancestor Hong Yun's face was deathly pale as he watched Kunpeng approach. His mind raced, searching for a way out.
"Since you have no last words, then die!" Kunpeng sneered. He curled his fingers like claws and reached straight for the top of Ancestor Hong Yun's head!
Ancestor Hong Yun steeled himself. Either way, he was going to die—what did he have left to fear?
He silently recited a spell, and a flash of red light suddenly appeared above his head. A red gourd materialized.
Quick as a flash, Ancestor Hong Yun grabbed the gourd and aimed its mouth at the approaching Kunpeng.
"Go!"
Ancestor Hong Yun roared. A torrent of red sand surged from the gourd, and in moments, it engulfed Kunpeng.
"The Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd!"
Kunpeng sneered. Wasn't this