"Your Majesty, terrible news! Something dreadful has happened!"
Kunpeng rushed into the Demon Tribe's great hall, his face a picture of panic.
At that moment, Di Jun and the Eastern Emperor were discussing the Witch Clan.
The Demon Tribe could finally see its day of triumph approaching, but it still had no good way to deal with the Witch Clan. For now, all it could do was drag things out and endure for as long as possible.
Seeing Demon Master Kunpeng suddenly barge in, both men frowned.
Though Demon Master Kunpeng held a lofty position, such rash behavior was rather disrespectful of protocol.
Still, considering his standing as Demon Master and a senior member of the Demon Tribe, they did not dwell on it. They simply looked at Kunpeng and asked.
"Demon Master, what exactly happened? Why are you so flustered?"
Di Jun still looked perfectly composed, but Kunpeng sneered inwardly at his expression.
Heh. You'll find out soon enough.
He was even looking forward to seeing Di Jun's expression once he learned what had happened.
Kunpeng spoke nervously.
"Your Majesty, the princes! Their Highnesses-they went down to the Witch Clan in the lower realm!"
Bang!
Di Jun smashed the armrest of his dragon throne to pieces with a single slap.
"What did you say? My sons went down to the Witch Clan in the lower realm?"
At this news, Di Jun instantly lost his composure.
The Witch Clan was the Demon Tribe's mortal enemy.
If anyone beneath the heavens of the Primordial World had no fear of the Demon Tribe, it was surely them alone.
Yet his sons had chosen their destination so well that they had gone straight into enemy territory.
"Where is the princes' guard? Why didn't he stop them?"
Di Jun was furious.
Kunpeng answered shakily.