A Trump Card

Even with the Peacock Demon King's deep arrogance, it still could not help feeling tempted upon hearing these words.

As a descendant of the Five-Colored Peacock lineage.

Although it was naturally endowed with great talent and formidable strength, cultivating in the Southern Wilds also left it starved of cultivation resources.

It could only rely on the passage of long ages to slowly cultivate.

Moreover, numerous powerful Demon Kings and Demon Gods within the Southern Wilds coveted its bloodline.

It had no choice but to hide everywhere, never daring to linger in a single place for too long.

This was precisely why it lacked a fixed territory.

Yet if it broke through to become a Demon God, its Five-Colored Divine Light would be able to unleash its true, terrifying might.

"Does the Blood Demon Treasury truly possess treasures capable of breaking through to the Demon God realm?"

"You aren't intentionally tricking me just to use me, are you?"

Lin Fei offered an awkward laugh.

He certainly was not deceiving the Peacock Demon King about this matter.

Yet he could not guarantee with absolute certainty that such a treasure would definitely be there.

After all, his understanding was currently based merely on conjecture.

"The Blood Demon Treasury was left behind by a mighty Cultivator known as the Blood Demon Patriarch."

"Rumor has it that whoever manages to obtain the treasures within the treasury will be able to revitalize the Blood Demon Sect."

"Therefore, I deduce that the Blood Demon Treasury contains great treasures, but what exactly lies inside can only be confirmed once we step inside."

The Peacock Demon King pondered for a moment before speaking once more.

"Very well, I shall trust you this once."

"If you obtain the treasures but refuse to let me use them, don't ever expect me