In a guest courtyard on Phoenix Perch Mountain.
Xuanming had not gone to watch the commotion in the Phoenix Clan.
This was an internal conflict within the Phoenix Clan, as well as a struggle against the Devil Race. As an outsider, he would not meddle, and he had more important things to do.
White-haired and dressed in gray robes, he sat cross-legged.
His consciousness sank into Taiji Heaven, where he saw the two Spirit Refining Devil Kings bound tightly in chains of thunderclap.
The Great Roc King, Ice Insect King, Black Dragon King, and Thunderbird King stood around the two Devil Kings, pointing and commenting, sinister grins on their lips and ill intentions in their eyes.
The Black Dragon King, in particular, stared at the voluptuous female Devil King with shining eyes.
With his racial gifts at work, those who knew, knew.
He had been stuck on a meatless diet all these years, suffering beyond words. That damned True Lord Xuanming...
The merciful True Lord Xuanming certainly knew how to treat others. At last, he had shown great compassion and delivered a delicious meal.
The Thunderbird King had peculiar tastes. Narrowing his eyes at the muscular male Devil King, he stroked his chin and pondered how many punches the fellow could withstand. Would electric shocks be more fun, or would playing in his true form be better?
A speck of Divine light blossomed and slowly expanded. An old Daoist stepped out, Fly-Whisk in hand, with the bearing of an Immortal.
Seeing Xuanming arrive, the four Demon Kings bowed in greeting, then scattered like birds and beasts. None of them wanted to see...
None of them wanted to disturb the True Lord as he disciplined the two Devil Kings.
Xuanming rolled his eyes in exasperation.
*Don't think I don't know what