Afterward, Taiyi rose as well, vanished in a flash of golden light.
"We respectfully bid farewell to Your Majesty, the Eastern Emperor!" Seeing Taiyi leave too, the assembled ministers bowed again and called out.
Among them, Kunpeng, who stood in the front rank, curled his lips into a faint smile. Ao Yue would endure eighty-one rounds of burning by Solar True Fire. He would surely be gravely injured afterward and would need tens of thousands of years to recover. During those years, Meng Zhang would be the only one left to uphold the Dragon Race. If Kunpeng redoubled his efforts to persuade Dijun and the Ten Great Demon Sages, he would surely be able to make the Demon Race send troops against the Dragon Race.
The enmity between the Dragon Race and the Phoenix Race during the Dragon-Han Catastrophe... he had not forgotten it!
"Heh." At that thought, Kunpeng chuckled, then rose and strode out of the hall.
"We respectfully bid farewell to the Demon Master!" The assembled ministers saluted Kunpeng as well.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Bzz- As two Great Luo Demon Gods escorted Ao Yue to the Immortal Execution Platform, a mass of divine sunlight appeared.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" The two Demon Gods hastily released Ao Yue and dropped to one knee, saluting Taiyi.
"I have something to say to the Dharma Protector. Step aside." Taiyi descended from the sky, reined in the divine radiance emanating from his body, and gave the two Demon Gods his orders with his hands clasped behind his back.
"But... Your Majesty, His Majesty the Demon Emperor ordered us to..."
"Once I have finished speaking with the Dharma Protector, I will let you take him away. Now, withdraw!" Taiyi said coldly.
"Yes." The two Demon Gods answered fearfully, then bowed and retreated some distance.