"Damn you, Bai Ze! You're courting death!" Watching the Demon Sages and Demon Gods in the hall cry out, "Your Majesty is wise," Kunpeng clenched his fists, his expression darkening as he cursed Bai Ze inwardly.
As the Primordial Phoenix's eldest legitimate son, he should have enjoyed his mother's legacy and lived free and unfettered. Even after becoming entangled in the karma of Zhunti's ascension to sainthood, he should have emerged unscathed. But...
Taiyi! The Demon Race!
They were the ones who had shackled him, forcing him to serve that bastard Dijun. With his true spirit bound to the Demon-Summoning Banner, his life and death were no longer his own to command. Kunpeng had never forgotten that grudge. That was why he had agreed to cooperate with Zhunti back then, finding a way to release the Ten Golden Crows from Sun Valley and lure them into the lower world, giving the Witch Race a chance to kill them and letting him vent his fury.
Still, Kunpeng had never expected the Ten Golden Crows to be so vicious, slaughtering creatures of every race with Solar True Fire after descending into the lower world. It had probably caught Zhunti off guard as well. After all, neither Dijun nor Taiyi would do such a thing. Who could have imagined the young ones would be even more ruthless than their elders?
But that was just as well. It would fan the flames of conflict between the Witches and demons, driving them to war.
He also remembered how Houtu had stopped him from killing Ao Yue, how the Twelve Ancestral Witches had come to the Northern Dark Sea to threaten him, and how the Ancestral Bear had suppressed Kong Xuan. Thus, he hoped neither the Witch Race nor the Demon Race would meet a good