He had made outstanding contributions to preserving the Monster Race's legacy.
The two powerful leaders of the Monster Race, Demon Emperor Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, had taken notice of Kunpeng's strength.
They had both acted at once.
Only then had they managed to subdue Old Ancestor Kunpeng.
They had forced him to become the Monster Race's Demon Master.
Even so,
Old Ancestor Kunpeng's heart still wasn't with the Monster Race.
He had always focused on one thing: increasing his own strength.
Kunpeng had rarely taken part in the battles between the Witch and Monster Races.
But even so, the two leaders of the Monster Race had no choice but to put up with him.
They were even somewhat helpless.
This fellow's fighting power was terrifying beyond measure.
Neither of them could easily keep him in check on their own.
At least, maintaining the current arrangement was good enough.
When Kunpeng was in a good mood, he would make some contributions to the Monster Race.
That was enough.
At that moment, Old Ancestor Kunpeng was also beneath the Northern Darkness Sea, gazing up at the sky.
Old Ancestor Kunpeng was extremely arrogant.
He had always believed that he was invincible beneath the Sages.
He didn't even take Demon Emperor Di Jun or Eastern Emperor Taiyi seriously.
After all, as far as he was concerned, their victory had been unfair.
It had taken both of them working together just to subdue him.
If it had been one-on-one,
Old Ancestor Kunpeng didn't believe for a second that he was weaker than either of them.
Now he was gazing up at the sky.
His eyes gleamed with fervor.
Just how high would he rank in terms of battle power?
Where exactly did his battle power stand in the entire Primordial World?
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