Your Majesty, Please Behave! The Demon Master Kunpeng Flees Overnight!

The Demon Master Kunpeng hovered in mid-air, his originally gloomy eyes wide as copper bells.

He stared intently at the twin-tailed Di Jun, who winked more than a heart and even shouted "Ciallo!"

His brain, capable of reaching the Quasi-Saint peak, crashed at that moment.

Countless question marks flashed madly before his eyes.

"What, what is this, what the hell is this thing!"

"This kind of extremely pure and yang Imperial Dragon Qi, it's definitely His Majesty!"

"But why... why is His Majesty in this kind of bird-like state?!"

Kunpeng felt his worldview undergoing a magnitude ten earthquake.

He glanced again at Daoist Ci Hang beside him, who was wearing a pink lace dress and white stockings, his face a mask of shame and fury, yet forced to maintain his transformed stance.

"This is clearly a personal disciple of Saint Yuanshi, a dignified Chan Sect Golden Immortal, a seven-foot man, why is he dressed so provocatively?"

"But he actually looks quite attractive, with delicate features... No!"

Kunpeng shivered all over and quickly banished the dangerous thought from his mind.

Immediately after, an even more terrifying thought emerged from his heart.

"Wait, this Dharma Image has His Majesty's aura, and it was summoned by a personal disciple of a Saint."

"If this personal disciple is so provocative, and His Majesty is also so... bizarre, does His Majesty truly have some special hobbies in private?"

"Could this be His Majesty's true face, hidden all along: cross-dressing, a loli, twin tails?"

Thinking of this, Kunpeng felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

Knowing such a world-shattering secret, could he still live?

"No, I need to have a backup!"

Kunpeng was also an old schemer, reacting extremely quickly.

He subtly took out a Top Grade Recording Stone, his magical power stirring slightly.

He completely recorded the scene that was shaking his entire existence as a demon.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath and let out a heart-wrenching roar at the tens of thousands of demon soldiers and generals behind him, who were already stunned into silence.

"Run!!!"

"Run quickly!!!"

Kunpeng directly transformed into his Great Peng True Form, his wings spreading, soaring ninety thousand li upwards, leading the charge to escape.

As he ran, he unleashed his Quasi-Saint great divine abilities.

His terrifying divine sense instantly swept through the sea of consciousness of all the demons behind him.

"Forget, forget everything!"

"You saw nothing, heard nothing just now!"

After forcibly deleting all the memories of his subordinates from that period, Kunpeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"If His Majesty knew that I knew his secret, it would be more terrifying than death!"

"And it's this kind of strange fetish!"

Watching the demon army retreat like a tide, not even daring to leave a harsh word, Grand Master Xuandu and Pharmacist Daoist stood frozen on the spot, dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

"They... they retreated?"

"Just like that?"

Xuandu felt like he was dreaming. This was the Quasi-Saint Kunpeng!

At this moment, Zhao Gongming chuckled and came over.

With one arm around Xuandu's neck and the other on Pharmacist's shoulder, he said proudly.

"How about that? Didn't I say this magic treasure was powerful?"

"The summoning of powerful projections is random. I just said it casually."

"Who would have thought, who would have thought that Senior Brother Cihang and Senior Di Jun would actually have some kind of inexplicable bond!"

"It seems the rumors are true, every tough guy has a little princess living inside his heart."

Xuandu's mouth twitched. Looking at Cihang, who was still maintaining his transformed pose and was about to faint with his eyes rolled back, he couldn't help but retort.

"Junior Brother... this is clearly a pervert, right?"

"This is no bond, this is clearly a fated disaster!"

The Pharmacist Daoist also covered his eyes with both hands, peeking through his fingers while muttering.

"I can't bear to look, I can't bear to look at this!"

"This is scandalous, utterly scandalous!"

"This is unacceptable, utterly unacceptable!"

"But... that twin-tailed girl is actually quite cute."

Zhao Gongming, however, was unfazed. He pointed at the slowly dissipating Dijun-chan and boasted wildly.

"Ah, you guys just don't appreciate it!"

"Look at the power of this magic treasure, summoning the projection of a powerful being for your use, it's incredibly strong!"

"Look at this pressure, look at this aura, look at this short skirt... wait, ignore those unimportant things!"

"In short, this is the value of a conceptual-level item!"

Xuandu speechlessly pointed at Cihang.

"Junior Brother Gongming, Junior Brother Cihang is about to experience Social Death and faint. You call this useless?"

Meanwhile, in the human tribe below.

Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, and Ziyi Shi, the three leaders of the human race.

Watching the eye-searing scene in the sky, they were completely dumbfounded.

After a long while, the Sacred Fire in Suiren Shi's hand dimmed considerably. He sighed powerlessly, his eyes filled with despair.

"This..."

"If we are saved by this person..."

"It seems... it would be better to join the Demon Court?"

"What kind of monstrous being is this!"

"If our human race has to wear such skirts in the future... we might as well be annihilated!"

Beyond the thirty-third heaven, in the Demon Court.

The Demon Master Kunpeng, still shaken, returned to his palace. Before he could even have a drink to calm his nerves, he heard a fierce argument erupting from the Sun God Palace not far away.

"Dijun, explain yourself clearly!"

"What was that aura that descended to the lower realm just now?"

"That was your origin aura, there's no mistaking it!"

"Did you have an illegitimate child down there, or are you hiding someone behind my back?"

Empress Xi He's voice was filled with anger and grievance.

This was followed by Dijun's helpless explanation.

"My dear wife, you've wronged me!"

"I've been in the palace the whole time, reviewing memorials, I haven't gone anywhere!"

"What lower realm aura? Someone must be impersonating me. You have to believe me!"

"I don't believe you, I won't listen! Get out! You're not getting into my chambers tonight!"

With a loud bang, His Majesty the Demon Emperor was thrown out, along with a pillow, and the door slammed shut.

Dijun, clutching the pillow, stood at the door with a helpless and bitter expression.

"What is this situation..."

"Sitting at home, and trouble comes from nowhere."

"Which bastard is imitating my aura in the lower realm? Don't let me catch you!"

Dijun sighed and was about to find a place to crash for the night.

When he looked up, he happened to see the Demon Master Kunpeng acting suspiciously and peeking around nearby.

Dijun's eyes lit up.

"Huh? Demon Master?"

A thought suddenly popped into Dijun's mind.

"This Demon Master Kunpeng, although he joined the Demon Court, has always been half-hearted and disloyal to me."

"Now that I've been kicked out, and the night is long and I can't sleep."

"Why not take this opportunity to chat with the Demon Master, cultivate our relationship, and win people over?"

With this thought, Dijun immediately put on a warm smile and strode over.

"Demon Master, what a coincidence!"

Kunpeng was just about to sneak back to his palace to watch the Recording Stone playback.

Suddenly, he saw Di Jun walking over, and he trembled all over from fright.

(Draw sword!)

"Your... Your Majesty?"

Looking at Di Jun's face, Kunpeng's mind instantly replaced it with that Dijun-chan with twin tails who shouted "Ciallo."

Gag--

Kunpeng suppressed the churning in his stomach, his face pale.

However, Di Jun grabbed Kunpeng's hand, holding it tightly, his eyes sincere and eager.

"Demon Master, you've worked hard all these years."

"I've been busy with state affairs and have neglected communication with the Demon Master."

"It just so happens that I'm free tonight, come, come, let's go to your palace!"

"We, ruler and subject, must sleep side-by-side tonight, discuss the Dao, and have a good, deep exchange!"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Sleep side-by-side?

Deep exchange?

Kunpeng looked at Di Jun's enthusiastic gaze.

The image of the female version of Di Jun in a short skirt winking at him flashed through his mind.

"No!!!"

Immense fear instantly consumed the rationality of this Quasi-Saint powerhouse.

Thump!

Under Di Jun's bewildered gaze, Kunpeng knelt heavily on both knees, cracking the floor.

He desperately hugged Di Jun's thigh, weeping bitterly and swearing a poisonous oath.

"Your Majesty, please don't!"

"Don't come over!!"

"This subject is willing to devote himself to the Demon Court, to his dying day, and will not shrink from any hardship!"

"This subject swears eternal loyalty to Your Majesty, with no ulterior motives!"

"I only beg Your Majesty to spare this subject's body!"

"This subject... this subject really isn't into that kind of thing!!"