Ling Xiao, Ever the Helpful One; Kunpeng's Calamity

Old Dragon was shocked, his expression shifting between light and shadow. Ling Xiao had clearly said he would help, but his words revealed an extraordinary intention.

But at this moment, he could not refuse directly, because from Ling Xiao's words, Old Dragon discerned another layer of meaning.

Demand payment, and only tell them if they refuse.

"Alright, that makes sense."

Once Old Dragon understood this, he felt much better, and a fawning smile appeared on his face.

"Then we'll have to trouble Fellow Ling Xiao. You see, as a distinguished guest of our Dragon Clan, we are deeply grateful for your kindness. The entire Dragon Clan will never forget this great favor."

Old Dragon cupped his hands in gratitude and said so, then looked at Ao Zhan beside him and changed the subject.

"Ao Zhan, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and lead the way!"

"This..."

Ao Zhan was stunned. His gaze swept back and forth between the two people in front of him. He felt out of place, as if they were from different worlds.

That's outrageous.

The clan elders actually agreed to Ling Xiao's request and took him to the Dragon Clan Treasury, a treasure they had accumulated over countless years.

They wouldn't even use it themselves, and now they're bringing Ling Xiao along? Isn't that just throwing it away for nothing?

If it's Mingqiang later, who can stop him?

It seems the entire treasure trove will be moved.

"Hmm?" Seeing that Ao Zhan was not moving for a long time, the Old Dragon immediately frowned and raised his eyebrows, showing the authority of an elder.

"Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao, this way please!" Ao Zhan stood up abruptly, gesturing for him to proceed.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the Old Dragon and Ao Zhan, Ling Xiao toured the Dragon Palace and headed towards the treasure vault.

Meanwhile, in the Primordial World, after the great defeat of the demon race, they fled in all directions, even losing the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The demon race, which was originally united, has now turned into a guerrilla war.

This time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were resolute and determined to completely eradicate the demon race. The flames of war spread from the eastern part of the Primordial World to the north, across endless areas.

It is common to see Great Witch of the Witch Clan leading millions of his people to sweep through the land and destroy a large clan.

Among the demon race, there is a diverse mix of creatures, with countless beings, but there are also powerful races, numbering in the millions. However, they still cannot withstand the strength and ferocity of the Witch Clan.

On this day, on the towering coast of the North Sea, Kunpeng, dragging his broken body, arrived here, preparing to escape into the North Sea to heal his wounds.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains have fallen, and now there is nowhere safe to go but back to his former lair.

However, what Kunpeng didn't expect was that several pairs of eyes were secretly watching him, coveting his every move.

The time was ripe, Minghe could no longer hold back. He felt a strong call from the primordial energy, and even he, who was usually so composed, couldn't resist.

"Kunpeng, it's been a long time. Why do you look so disheveled?"

Minghe revealed himself, chuckling as he asked, his eyes gleaming with blood-red light.

The Kunpeng's feathers bristled. Upon seeing its former enemy, its expression changed drastically, filled with shock and anger. Even a fool could tell why the Minghe had come.

"Minghe! What do you want? Do you think you can succeed just because I've suffered minor injuries?"

He suppressed his anger and said coldly, trying to appear calm.

"Minor injury?"

Minghe sneered inwardly. He had followed Kunpeng from beginning to end and naturally knew what kind of injuries he had suffered. It was laughable that they thought they could fool him with this.

"Kunpeng, stop pretending! Quickly hand over the Primordial Violet Qi, and I might give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll annihilate you completely!"

Without wasting words, Minghe unleashed a powerful aura, pressing forward. If Kunpeng dared to play tricks, he would strike directly and kill him.

"Mid-stage Quasi-Sage..."

Kunpeng's gaze shifted slightly, his heart pounding wildly. He hadn't expected that the filthy Minghe would also have severed two corpses.

Now severely injured and with less than one-tenth of his fighting strength remaining, he is no match for Minghe.

"Minghe, how dare you! I am the supreme ruler of the demon race. You dare to attack me? Aren't you afraid of the demon race's retaliation?"

Kunpeng reprimanded him with a stern face.

Upon hearing this, Minghe laughed immediately, "Kunpeng, have you lost your mind?"

"The demon race is barely able to protect itself now, yet they come to retaliate against me?"

"Haha, what a huge joke!"

Minghe's laughter turned cold, and the Yuantu Abi Twin Swords behind him seemed to be filled with blood energy, radiating boundless light as they slashed towards Kunpeng.

"Run!"

With a long cry, Kunpeng fled desperately, but severely injured, it was no longer as agile as before.

The two swords arrived in an instant, defying time, piercing two bloody holes in the Kunpeng's body.

"Ah..."

The Kunpeng roared, teetering on the brink of collapse. Even with its raging anger burning within, it had nowhere to vent its fury and felt utterly hopeless.

Unexpectedly, because of the Primordial Violet Qi, he will perish here today.

"Stop!"

Just then, a deafening Daoist voice rang out, accompanied by celestial light illuminating the sky, peaceful and sacred, as a radiant and dazzling figure emerged.

"Duke of the East?"

Minghe's expression changed slightly, and an ugly smile appeared on his wicked face.

"Duke of the East, what brings you here?"

"As the Head of Male Immortals appointed by the Dao Ancestor, I have the responsibility to maintain the order of the Primordial World. The fighting between the two fellow Daoists has already disrupted the order of the Primordial World, and I naturally cannot sit idly by."

The Duke of the East spoke solemnly and righteously.

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng's face lit up with joy. If that meant he was saved?

"Duke of the East is truly a good fellow Daoist; he's really useful in crucial moments!"

Kunpeng sighed inwardly, his goodwill towards Duke of the East rising infinitely. In this most critical moment, Duke of the East was like a ray of dawn in the eternal night, illuminating his entire world.

Minghe sneered and said, "Duke of the East, stop pretending. If you want the Primordial Violet Qi, let's settle this with our skills. Whoever wins gets it!"

He had briefly collaborated with the Duke of the East on the Three Immortal Islands, so he naturally knew what this kid was up to.

The Duke of the East's desire for the Primordial Violet Qi was no less than his own.

"Minghe, since you've said it, I won't pretend anymore. In order to better maintain the order of the Primordial World, I am determined to obtain the Primordial Violet Qi. You can't compete with me!"

The Duke of the East laughed, making no attempt to hide anything.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kunpeng was completely stunned, his expression shifting between anger and dismay, looking extremely ugly.

I thought the Duke of the East was here to uphold justice, but I didn't expect him to be here to join in.

With his current severely injured body, he couldn't even handle the Minghe, and now there's another one Duke of the East.

Death upon death!

This is an absolute dead end, impossible to break.

"Minghe, Duke of the East, you both want the Primordial Violet Qi, but there is only one Primordial Violet Qi. How should it be divided?" Kunpeng's eyes flashed as he devised a plan to sow discord between them.

But Minghe and the Duke of the East clearly knew his trick and did not delve into the matter.

"There's no need for Fellow Kunpeng to worry about that. Go ahead with peace of mind!"