"What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist Di Jun?"
When Di Jun demanded that he hand over his True Spirit, Kunpeng was stunned.
A cultivator's True Spirit was tied to the very source of their being. If he handed his over, he would be putting his life in Di Jun's hands, much like being enslaved. If Di Jun wished, a mere thought would be enough to shatter his soul and scatter it forever.
"You fled in the face of danger before, abandoning the Demon Clan. The generals of my Heavenly Court have long been deeply dissatisfied. If I don't punish you, I'll have no way to command their respect."
A sharp glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes, and his voice was cold.
"This... I have sincerely repented. Once I return, I'll devote myself to serving the Heavenly Court. I ask the Heavenly Emperor to show mercy."
Kunpeng naturally had no intention of handing over his True Spirit, so he pleaded with Di Jun.
But after Kunpeng's earlier betrayal, Di Jun remained unmoved, his expression calm.
"If you've truly repented, then you should offer up your True Spirit to prove your sincerity. Besides, once you've rendered meritorious service to the Heavenly Court, it can be returned to you."
Kunpeng was about to say more when he felt two auras lock onto him, brimming with killing intent. Who else could they be but Di Jun and Tai Yi?
"Kunpeng, hand over your True Spirit, or die!"
Tai Yi unleashed his aura and bore down on Kunpeng. In his view, they should have executed the newly appointed Demon Master on the spot. If Di Jun hadn't said the Heavenly Court lacked Quasi-Saint-level fighters and that he meant to bring Kunpeng fully to heel, Tai Yi would already have suppressed him back in