"Caw..." Just then, a clear cry rang out in the distance. Wasn't that the Golden-Winged Great Peng the three dragons Ao Qing, Ao Zhan, and Ao Shuai feared so greatly?
"Damn it, it really won't leave us alone!" Ao Qing's words were tough and his manner arrogant, but how could he dare be careless before his innate nemesis? As he spoke, he flew toward the sacrificial platform, no longer paying Xiao Hua any heed. Ao Zhan and Ao Shuai likewise glanced at the Golden-Winged Great Peng that had yet to reveal itself in the distance, then hurriedly flew in.
"Hmph..." Zhu Mei gave a cold laugh. "Could this be the legendary fleeing in panic?"
Zhu Mei had battled Ao Qing all the way here. Now, at the final trial before entering the sacrificial platform, arriving half a step ahead seemed no small victory to him.
Watching Zhu Mei fly away as well, Xiao Hua looked again at Mulu King and Old Demon Zhi Feng, then smiled. "It seems dragon meat is more fragrant. Its scent rides the wind for a thousand miles; even at the exit of Hundred Demon Mountain... it can still draw the Golden-Winged Great Peng here!"
The Golden-Winged Great Peng's fearsome reputation was no empty boast. Even Zhu Mei had fled, so how could Mulu King and Old Demon Zhi Feng not tremble with fear? The two demons had merely harbored a few petty thoughts, which was why they had forced themselves to remain until the end. Old Demon Zhi Feng cast Xiao Hua a sidelong glance and sneered. "This old man thinks human flesh smells far better than dragon meat!"
"A demon... is a demon! This Xiao disdains keeping company with one!" Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes, gave Old Demon Zhi Feng a contemptuous look, threw