Kong Xuan put himself in his shoes. If it had been him, he would rather have died than gone out through that place. Yet this mighty Ran Deng...
"Hum~" Just then, Golden Roc changed from his true form back into his innate Dao body. Looking rather pale, he said to Kong Xuan, "Second Brother, quick, help me stand."
"Oh, right." Kong Xuan came to his senses and hurried to support his younger brother. Even for a Great Immortal, that rear opening was absolutely the weakest part of the body. Now that Daoist Ran Deng had refused to take the usual route and insisted on going through there, his younger brother had probably suffered considerable damage.
Yes, it was probably much like what a mortal felt when a wooden stick was shoved up his chrysanthemum.
At that thought, Kong Xuan's expression darkened, and he shook his head.
"Cough, cough~" Ran Deng shot through the air at full speed. Turning back and seeing that the brothers Kong Xuan and Golden Roc had not followed, he breathed a sigh of relief. But that did not put him entirely at ease, and he continued flying with all his might. Where was he headed?
To the ends of the earth, anywhere would do, so long as he did not return to Mount Kunlun. This was Ran Deng's last shred of stubbornness.
Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Sovereign's Divine Hall in the Heavenly Court.
Ao Yue sat alone in the main seat, his pale face making it clear that his injuries had yet to heal. Over this period of observation, he had witnessed Gungun's incarnation, Blood Demon, rise higher and higher in the Demon Realm. As a result, Gungun, as the true form, had gradually begun receiving the blessings of the Demon Realm's fortune.
Yet,