At the eastern borderlands of the Primordial World, Gilded Mountain, ancestral ground of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan.
Rumble!
A world-shaking boom rang out, and the entire Gilded Mountain trembled. The mountain-protecting grand formation shrouding Gilded Mountain shattered at once!
"Who dares trespass upon the ancestral ground of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan?"
"Courting death!"
Furious roars erupted like thunder. Immediately afterward, dozens of figures shot into the sky, instantly surrounding the white-robed intruder!
At their head stood a stern-faced middle-aged man in golden robes. His aura had reached the late stage of the Demon King Realm. He was none other than the current patriarch of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan—Peng Wanli!
Behind him stood thirteen mid-stage Demon Kings and twenty-six early-stage Demon Kings of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan. Countless greater and lesser demons circled and roared below, their wings blotting out the sky.
"Zhang Shuai?!" Peng Wanli's pupils constricted as he recognized the visitor, and his heart sank. Yet the severity on his face did not lessen. "You destroyed our mountain-protecting formation and forced your way into our ancestral ground. What is the meaning of this?"
Faced with the encirclement of dozens of Demon Kings, Zhang Shuai remained as calm as if he were taking a stroll through his own courtyard.
"I have come today for only one matter. Hand over the Peacock remnant your clan has been concealing."
Peng Wanli's heart pounded wildly. They had hidden this matter so carefully—how had Zhang Shuai learned of it? Still, he would never admit it.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, what Peacock remnant are you talking about? Where would the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan find a Peacock?"
Zhang Shuai's icy, murderous gaze swept over the crowd before settling on Peng Wanli. "I will give you one more chance. Think carefully before you