The ancient Demon Master Kunpeng...
They had dealt with him so easily—could he be a fake?
To make it easier to determine their bearings, Li Changshou and the others retraced their path, returning to the "Mountain Cave Mansion" that Kunpeng had smashed open with his face.
Most of the peculiar formations here were still operating, and the environment within the cave mansion remained fairly stable.
In this Chaos Sea, finding such a hidden sanctuary was truly no easy matter.
At this moment, Kunpeng remained in human form, looking utterly miserable.
The Heart-Piercing Locks had pierced every vital point around his body, while the Dragon Binding Rope had wrapped him into a rice dumpling. Yet Li Changshou still felt somewhat uneasy, so he had redirected all the Taiji Diagram's power—originally meant to protect the Primordial Spirit—onto Kunpeng's Primordial Spirit.
Of course, these were merely standard precautions. Changshou was Changshou, after all; he always made sure to secure one more layer of safety.
He arranged a certain refined auspicious beast to sit beside Kunpeng.
Bai Ze: ...
Thus, Kunpeng, tightly bound and with the Xianxian Sword hanging above his head, became a prisoner after suffering grievous injuries.
Li Changshou did not feel in the slightest that he was qualified to receive Kunpeng's bow.
Therefore, when Jin Peng pressed Kunpeng down to make him kneel, Li Changshou promptly stopped him and said solemnly:
"Though Demon Master Kunpeng is incomparably vicious and evil, he is ultimately an ancient powerhouse from the Primordial Wilderness. There is no need to humiliate him like this."
Kunpeng let out a cold laugh and stared at Li Changshou with icy eyes. Blood still dripped from his severed arm, yet his ferocity had not diminished in the least.
By the way, Li Changshou had carefully stored away that inexplicable sphere.