Lu Chen had expected the Old Peng King to appear. As for whether he killed the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, it hardly mattered. Anyone defeated by him was no longer qualified to be his opponent.
"Senior, please treat Brother Peng!"
Lu Chen sensed an icy killing intent, as though a demon god were looking down on him, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.
Yet he felt no fear. Even without the Divine Silkworm Princess's deterrence, if he staked everything on his own trump cards, he might be able to slay this old Demon King.
The figure standing in the sky moved, descending one step at a time. The entire stretch of sky pulsed with his footsteps.
He wore golden Daoist robes and had an expressionless face. His physique was imposing, his golden hair fluttered in the wind, and his gaze was unbearably oppressive.
At that moment, the entire sky fell silent. No one even dared breathe heavily. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King had suffered a crushing defeat, his body torn apart. Many felt that the fiercely protective Old Peng King would likely erupt in thunderous fury.
Whoosh!
With a casual wave of the Old Peng King's hand, the Little Peng King's scattered remains on the ground burst into raging flames and turned to ash. Only his head remained unharmed.
Everyone was startled. What did he mean by this? With the Little Peng King's flesh utterly destroyed, there would likely be no hope of restoring it!
Swish!
The Old Peng King beckoned, drawing the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's head over and holding it in his hand.
"Do you understand now why you lost?" he asked the Little Peng King, his expression calm.
"I..." The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's eyes were dull, filled with bewilderment.
"You have sufficient talent