Whether it was a bluff was obvious from Kunpeng's condition. Even an idiot could see he was losing. Sui was constantly absorbing his baleful energy. One was growing tired while the other was full of vigor; one was leaking energy while the other kept gobbling up pig feed. With one weakening and the other strengthening, even a fool knew the Heavenly Demon was done for.
A trace of fear appeared on the enormous face formed from black clouds in the sky. He had never imagined Xi would be this ridiculously powerful.
"I've got such shitty luck," the Heavenly Demon muttered. He had only just emerged and already run into this mess. He couldn't even stay out of it if he wanted to.
"Cut the fucking crap and think of something! I'm the one with the worst luck today. Not only did I run into Xi, I ran into you too. Even my own underlings fucking screwed me over!"
Kunpeng was going to die. Where was he supposed to go for justice? He and the Heavenly Demon were now joined at the hip, sharing the same fate. Going after the Heavenly Demon was no different from going after him.
The worst part was that he had only just experienced what it meant to be a Saint. It had barely been a few minutes, and now he had to fight for his life. What happened to being immortal and indestructible?
Being elevated by the Heavenly Demon was actually much like Xi's situation. His strength was indeed at the level of a Saint, but his state of mind fell short, and the Heavenly Dao hadn't given him an official position either. That made things rather awkward. What did having no official position mean? Everyone was familiar with the concept: he was the legendary