Watching from the Sidelines (Nineteen)

When Kunpeng saw Dijun and Taiyi appear out of nowhere, the Demon Clan soldiers and generals they had brought were eclipsed by the "radiance" of those two giants and promptly slipped his mind. To keep them from seizing the chance to kill him, Kunpeng unleashed a torrent of flattery and pledges of "loyalty." It gave even Dijun and Taiyi goose bumps. Hong Yun blushed on his behalf.

Even Kunpeng himself could barely stomach it. He was the Demon Clan's mighty Demon Master, a Quasi-Sage, a figure of renown throughout the Primordial Wilderness. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

It was outrageous. But he had to say it. The lure of Hongmeng Purple Qi was too great. What if Dijun and Taiyi got carried away and killed him? What would he do then?

Oh, right. He had forgotten. Once they killed him, there would be no Kunpeng left to worry about what to do. Coming up with a plan was a headache anyway, so he would be spared the trouble. Perfect!

What a chilling thought. Kill himself just to avoid thinking up a plan? What kind of logic was that?

However sickening Kunpeng's words were, they at least gave Dijun and Taiyi a way out. Now that they had one, would they take it?

After some thought, they decided they would. What else could anyone expect them to do to Kunpeng? Actually destroy him? Did they dare?

They really did not. It was not that they lacked the strength to destroy Kunpeng. What a joke—could the two brothers not deal with one Kunpeng?

The reason was that they needed his strength. They needed Kunpeng's help against the Witch Clan's Twelve Ancestral Shamans. There were twelve Ancestral Shamans, each with a Quasi-Sage's cultivation. That was not even the worst part: any