Hearing Dijun's words, Kunpeng felt as sick as if he had swallowed a fly.
I wanted you to deal with Soaring Serpent, offend Lady Nuwa, and face her wrath later. Now you're sending me? This... aren't you trying to get me killed?
Kunpeng wanted to refuse, but as he looked at Dijun staring fixedly at him from the seat of honor, and Bai Ze watching him like a tiger eyeing its prey, he knew he had no choice.
If he refused, it would prove that everything Bai Ze had said earlier was true. In the High Firmament Hall, where experts gathered like clouds and even the weakest were great immortals, he would be captured in mere moments, then have his body burned and his soul destroyed by Dijun's solar true fire. Besides, a wisp of his true spirit was on the Demon-Summoning Banner. Although Zhunti had promised to find a way to take the banner from Dijun, he had yet to do so. Kunpeng still could not openly betray the Demon Race and offend Dijun.
"Whew..." At that thought, Kunpeng closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. Then he opened them, bowed to Dijun with a righteous expression, and said, "Your Majesty, my loyalty to you is unwavering. Everything Bai Ze said earlier was slander. To prove my innocence, I am willing to obey your decree and capture Soaring Serpent for you to deal with, demonstrating the might of our Heavenly Court!"
"Excellent!" Hearing this, the killing intent in Dijun's eyes quietly receded, and his lips curved into a smile. He laughed heartily. "Demon Master, you truly are the pillar that holds up the heavens for our Demon Race. In truth, I never believed a word of what Demon Sage Bai Ze said earlier. Please do not take it