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"Fellow Daoist...are you truly willing to give it up?"

Xuandu stared at Kunpeng and slowly asked.

Kunpeng smiled bitterly:

"Are you willing to part with it? What is there to be reluctant about?"

"Di Jun and Tai Yi never truly believed me. That back door of the formation was originally my own escape route."

"Now that you have decided to change your allegiance, keeping this item in your possession will only bring trouble."

"It would be better to offer it as a token of sincerity."

Xuan Du remained silent for a moment, his mind quickly weighing the options.

Kunpeng's move presents both risks and opportunities.

Accepting him would be tantamount to completely breaking ties with the Demon Court, and would inevitably result in the Demon Court's furious retaliation during the Great Tribulation.

But the benefits are equally enormous.

A quasi-saint at the peak of his power, the flaws in the Zhou Tian Star Array, and... the potential chain reaction that may occur in the future!

If we can use this opportunity to win over another group of powerful demons who are dissatisfied with the Demon Court...

The significance of the Jie Sect in the great eon will be completely different!

At that time, I will also be able to get more overall feedback.

"I will inform my master about this matter immediately."

Xuan Du finally nodded, his tone solemn:

"We, the Jie Sect, have seen the sincerity of the Demon Master."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng finally showed a look of relief in his eyes and bowed deeply:

"In that case... thank you very much, fellow Daoist!"

......

At the very moment the array of lights rose within the Demon Master's Palace.

The Thirty-Third Heaven, the Lingxiao Palace.

Emperor Jun sat upright on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, his body surrounded by the faint glow of the true fire of the sun, his majestic heavenly power spreading out, as he closed his eyes to deduce the mysteries of the Zhou Tian Star Array.

Donghuang Taiyi stood to the side of the hall, with the Chaos Bell hanging beside him. Chaotic energy flowed around the bell, faintly resonating with his elder brother's Sun True Fire.

Both were recuperating and trying to calm the anger that had accumulated in their hearts from the setbacks and humiliation they suffered on the shores of the East China Sea a century ago.

suddenly.

Di Jun frowned almost imperceptibly.

He suddenly opened his eyes, golden flames dancing in them, piercing through layers of palaces and shooting straight towards the North Sea!

Almost simultaneously.

Donghuang Taiyi's solar true fire also paused for a moment, then he abruptly turned his head, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes:

"Brother, what about Beihai..."

"The battle has begun."

Di Jun's voice was low and unreadable, but the subtle tapping of his fingertips on the armrest revealed that he was not at peace.

"Kunpeng... has activated the protective formation of the Demon Master's Palace."

"Activating it at full power, isolating both inside and outside, even my divine sense... cannot penetrate it."

Upon hearing this, Donghuang Taiyi's face instantly darkened!

The Demon Master Palace Grand Formation was set up by Kunpeng using the origin of the North Sea and his own Demon Master Daoist aura; its power is unfathomable.

Normally, it only maintains basic operations, guarding against external threats but not internal ones, and it will not obstruct the divine sense of Emperor Dijun.

But now...

What does he mean by that?

Donghuang Taiyi's voice was icy cold, and the True Fire of the Sun surged uncontrollably around his body, scorching the void with a sizzling sound:

"Xuan Du just killed Randeng in the North Sea, causing such a commotion. Instead of using a formation to stop him, he waited until Xuan Du entered the palace before..."

He suddenly stopped speaking!

A thought that nearly made his chest explode rushed into his mind!

"Is he... deliberately preventing us from spying?"

"He and Xuan Du...have something to say?"

Donghuang Taiyi took a step forward, causing the Chaos Bell to hum and tremble, its magnificent waves rippling outwards, shaking the entire Lingxiao Palace!

"He dares?"

The roar was deafening, carrying with it overwhelming anger and disbelief!

Di Jun's face was also ashen.

To suffer a setback at Xuandu on the shores of the East China Sea is already a great humiliation.

Now that the North Sea Black Tortoise has joined the Jie Sect, it's another slap in the face to his Demon Court!

And Kunpeng... this powerful figure whom he personally invited and bestowed the title of Demon Master.

At this very moment, he secretly met with Xuandu and even specially set up a large array to isolate and investigate.

What does this mean?

This means that Kunpeng no longer takes the Demon Court and his authority as the Heavenly Emperor seriously!

It's even possible that... they've already developed ulterior motives!

"The Black Tortoise of the North Sea entered the Jie Sect, and Tongtian bestowed upon it the position of Dharma Protector, granting it the privilege of being personally taught."

Di Jun slowly rose to his feet, the True Solar Flame around him no longer gentle, but instead radiating a scorching killing intent:

"Now, Xuandu has personally gone to the North Sea, beheaded Randeng, met the Xuan Turtle, and entered the Demon Master's Palace..."

"Kunpeng is now unleashing its power... Hah."

He sneered, his eyes blazing with golden flames.

"Perhaps they've become wavering because of Xuandu's immense power and the overwhelming fortune of the Jie Sect..."

"So, you're trying to emulate the Black Tortoise of the North Sea and switch allegiances?"

"He dares!!"

The Chaos Bell of Donghuang Taiyi resounded loudly, and the bell waves transformed into tangible golden ripples that swept across the entire hall!

"Back then, he created the demon race's script, which earned him the merit of Heaven. We respect his knowledge, honor him as our teacher, invite him to the Demon Court, bestow upon him the position of Demon Master, and allow him to enjoy the blessings of our Demon Court!"

"Now that the great calamity is approaching, and the Demon Court is in dire need of manpower, how dare he harbor disloyal thoughts? How dare he intend to defect to the enemy?"

The more Donghuang Taiyi thought about it, the angrier he became. The pent-up anger in his chest for a hundred years erupted like a volcano!

"You mere Xuandu, you mere Jie Sect! How dare you bully my Demon Court like this?"

He abruptly turned his head to look at Di Jun, his eyes bloodshot:

"Big brother! Give the order!"

"We must muster our troops, deploy the celestial constellation formation, and personally lead our expedition to the North Sea!"

"Capture that Kunpeng, strip him of his title as Demon Master, and imprison him in the Heavenly Prison!"

"As for Xuandu, he should be taught a lesson too. Do you think Xuandu and Tongtian can wipe out my entire Demon Court?"

The roar was deafening, and the killing intent was overwhelming!

The demon gods and demon generals guarding outside the palace were all terrified by this terrifying pressure, trembling and kneeling on the ground.

however.

Di Jun remained silent.

He stood before the throne, his gaze deep, looking towards the North Sea, remaining silent for a long time.

Anger burned in his chest, and murderous intent surged in his heart.

But he was ultimately the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Court, a ruler who had lived through countless years and governed all demons.

Impulsiveness solves nothing.

"Second brother, calm down."

Di Jun spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

Whether Kunpeng is truly going to betray us remains to be seen.

"Sending troops to Beihai at this time would be without just cause and would only give others ammunition to criticize us."

He paused, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes:

"Moreover... Xuan Du just killed Randeng with a single sword strike and forced Yuan Shi to retreat. His strength is no longer comparable to what it was a hundred years ago."

"Furthermore, a towering sword intent hangs overhead, ready to descend at any moment."

"To wage a full-scale war against him at this moment... would be unwise."

Upon hearing this, Donghuang Taiyi flew into a rage:

"Are we just going to let him run rampant in the North Sea? And let Kunpeng betray us?"

"Where is the dignity of my Demon Court now?"

"majesty?"

Di Jun suddenly turned his head, his gaze like cold lightning, piercing towards Donghuang Taiyi:

"Second brother! Have you forgotten how we retreated from the shores of the East China Sea a hundred years ago?"

"Behind Xuandu stands Tongtian! And the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which none but the Four Sages can break!"

"Now that his cultivation has greatly improved and he is under the full protection of Tongtian, to confront him head-on now... do you intend to drag the entire Demon Court into the vortex of the Saints' War?"

The questions were like cold water poured over Donghuang Taiyi's head.

He shuddered, his anger subsided slightly, but his frustration and resentment intensified.

"So... are we just going to leave it at that?"

Donghuang Taiyi gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked:

"Let Xuandu run rampant? Let Kunpeng betray us?"

"Of course not."

Di Jun sat back on his throne, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water:

"If Kunpeng truly dares to betray us... I have my own ways to make him regret it."

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes:

"He wields the Northern Sea, seemingly detached, but in reality, his foundation lies entirely in the Northern Sea."

"Although the Demon Master Palace's grand formation is powerful, it ultimately relies on the North Sea spiritual vein."

"Issue my decree!"

Di Jun's voice suddenly turned stern:

"Secretly mobilizing the power of the Zhou Tian Star Array to cut off the flow of 30% of the spiritual veins in the North Sea!"

"I want to see... how long his Demon Master Palace's grand formation can hold without the support of the North Sea spiritual veins!"

"When the formation weakens, we'll know perfectly well what he's plotting with Xuandu!"

A glint of light flashed in Donghuang Taiyi's eyes:

"Brother, this plan is brilliant!"

"This will both serve as a warning to Kunpeng, making him aware of the Demon Court's methods, and avoid immediately severing ties with Xuandu and the Jie Sect!"

"only......"

He frowned slightly:

"Severing the spiritual vein will cause quite a commotion; it might even alarm Kunpeng."

Di Jun sneered and said:

"So what if we alarm them?"

"I want him to know that the Demon Court... is not a place he can come and go as he pleases!"

"Let him decide for himself whether to betray or not!"

Donghuang Taiyi clapped his hands and laughed, saying:

"Okay! I'll arrange it right away!"

He turned to leave, but was stopped by Di Jun.

"slow."

Di Jun's gaze swept out of the palace, seemingly piercing through endless void, landing on the immense calamity and destiny emanating from the darkness:

"What are the recent movements of the Witch Clan?"

Donghuang Taiyi's expression turned solemn:

"According to reports from scouts, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have been training a large army since returning to the tribe."

"The Houtu tribe, in particular, is making the most noise; they seem to be preparing something."