Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

Chapter 51 Facing a Palm Strike

The ghost car paused for a moment, then all nine heads simultaneously revealed a sinister smile.

"Run? What are you running for!"

He flapped his wings and chased after the fleeing celestial soldiers.

"Your grandpa Ghost Chariot hasn't had enough yet! Stop right there!"

The celestial soldiers ran even faster.

The ghost carriage grew more and more excited as it chased after the celestial soldier, its nine heads screaming incessantly as it flew south in pursuit.

Heavenly Court, Lesser Western Paradise.

Maitreya and Ksitigarbha were tinkering with the "automatic alchemy machine" in the alchemy room.

After a century of repeated testing, this machine has been upgraded from a pile of junk to—a slightly better-looking pile of junk.

Although it still explodes frequently, the success rate has improved from "exploding six times in three days and succeeding once" to "exploding three times in ten days and succeeding twice".

Maitreya felt this was a huge step forward.

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Ksitigarbha felt this was a huge waste.

Since the materials were provided by Dongwanggong, the two of them felt at ease continuing their work.

After tinkering with the materials, some were left behind and sent back to the West.

At this moment, Maitreya was pouring medicinal herbs into the feeding port, while Ksitigarbha was adjusting the runes of the fire source array beside him.

"Junior brother, turn the fire down. Last time it exploded because the fire was too big."

"I've already adjusted it to the lowest setting; the array pattern is a bit unstable."

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, the alchemy furnace suddenly shook, the lid flew far away, and a plume of black smoke billowed out of the furnace opening.

Maitreya and Ksitigarbha skillfully took three steps back, and only after the black smoke dissipated did they go over to take a look.

At the bottom of the furnace lay a crooked and twisted pill, of extremely poor quality, but it could barely be considered a pill.

Maitreya picked it up, examined it, and sighed, "Another failure."

Ksitigarbha comforted him, "At least it didn't explode, which is better than last time."

Maitreya nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

He stepped out of the alchemy room, looked down, and was immediately stunned.

Below the Heavenly Court, a massive cloud of fire was chasing a group of celestial soldiers southward. Within the cloud, a nine-headed giant bird could be vaguely seen, its nine heads spewing fire simultaneously, causing the celestial soldiers to wail and scream in agony.

"Run! That madman is catching up again!"

"Help! Someone please help me!"

"Stop burning! Stop burning! I surrender! I surrender, okay?!"

Maitreya was dumbfounded.

Ksitigarbha came closer and also saw this scene.

The two exchanged a glance, both revealing a subtle expression.

Maitreya coughed lightly: "Junior brother, do you think this counts as a divine intervention?"

Ksitigarbha thought for a moment and said, "Fine."

"If those celestial soldiers are injured, will they need medicine?"

"right."

"If we're using medication, does that mean we have to buy it from us?"

"right."

"Shouldn't we just watch the show and silently cheer him on?"

"right."

The two of them stood silently in the clouds of Little Western Paradise, calculating how many good things they could take from here.

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

Dongwang Gongzheng sat on the imperial throne, listening to Xingguan Daoren report on the recent "talent introduction achievements" of the Celestial Court.

"The two from the West have been settled, and Hongyun has agreed to stay in Heaven as a guest minister. Zhunti and Jieyin are currently in seclusion to meditate."

"Report"

A celestial official stumbled into the hall, shouting, "Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! The Northern Underworld Demon Clan has launched a surprise attack on the Demon-Slaying Camp! General Xinghe Daoist has been defeated and is fleeing! The demons are pursuing us relentlessly and are almost at the Southern Heavenly Gate!"

The Eastern King Duke suddenly stood up: "What? The demon race has attacked?"

The Star-Crowned Taoist's expression also changed: "Where's my brother? How is he?"

"General Xinghe Daoren is leading his remaining troops in a retreat towards the Heavenly Court, and the demon race is in hot pursuit."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud noise came from outside the hall.

"boom"

The entire Heavenly Court trembled.

The Eastern King Duke's face was ashen. He strode out of the Lingxiao Palace and looked down to see a huge cloud of fire chasing after a group of immortal soldiers. In the cloud of fire, a nine-headed ferocious bird was spewing fire from all nine heads at the same time, shouting nonsense such as "Your ghost chariot grandpa is here" and "Don't run away."

The celestial soldiers were burned and fled in panic, some even running towards the South Heavenly Gate, hoping to bring the disaster to the Heavenly Court.

The Eastern King Duke roared, "You audacious demon! How dare you defy the Heavenly Court!"

Just as he was about to make a move, his expression suddenly changed.

A terrifying aura emanated from below.

It's not a ghost train.

The ghost car isn't that strong.

A dark shadow streaked across the sky, moving so fast that even the Eastern King Duke only saw a fleeting afterimage.

The dark figure rushed straight towards the Lingxiao Palace, carrying an aura of world-destroying power.

Before Dongwanggong could think, he raised his hand and met the attack with a palm strike.

"Bang""

Two palms clashed in mid-air, and violent magical energy surged in all directions. The stone steps in front of the Lingxiao Palace shattered inch by inch, and the Star Crown Daoist was forced to take several steps back.

The Eastern King swayed, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes.

Opposite him, a figure in black slowly landed.

Kunpeng.

He stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, but his eyes were sharp as knives.

The Eastern King Duke stared at him, enunciating each word clearly: "Kunpeng? You—"

Kunpeng didn't speak, he just glanced at him.

With just that one glance, Dong Wanggong's heart skipped a beat.

Not right.

When did Kunpeng become this powerful?

Everyone was at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, none of them had severed their corpses to become Quasi-Saints, but in that clash of palms just now, he was actually slightly at a disadvantage.

How is that possible?

When did Kunpeng become so strong?

Dongwanggong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Kunpeng, does your demon race want to start a war?"

Kunpeng remained silent.

He simply stood there, looking at Dong Wanggong as if he were looking at prey.

That look made Dongwanggong feel uncomfortable all over.

A moment later, Kunpeng turned around, transformed into a black shadow, and disappeared into the world.

It came suddenly, and it left suddenly.

The Eastern King Duke stood still, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

The Star-Crowned Taoist cautiously approached: "Your Majesty, Kunpeng—"

Dongwanggong waved his hand, signaling him to be quiet.

He needs to calm down.

Kunpeng's strength far exceeded his expectations.

When did this old fish become so strong?

The Sun Star.

Emperor Yi lay under the Fusang Divine Tree, legs crossed, a yellow plum dangling from his mouth, swaying leisurely.

Kim Il fanned him, Kim II peeled grapes for him, Kim San massaged his legs, and Kim Si to Kim Gu each performed their duties, making Kim Il very comfortable.

Ao Xin stood aside, respectfully reporting on the current situation in the prehistoric world.

"Master, the Ghost Chariot has launched a surprise attack on the Demon-Slaying Camp, and the Celestial Court has been defeated. Kunpeng personally took action and exchanged blows with the Eastern King Duke, resulting in a draw."

Di Yi raised an eyebrow: "A draw?"

To be precise, Kunpeng had a slight advantage.

Emperor Yi took a bite of the yellow plum, seemingly lost in thought.

Kunpeng has become powerful.

It was even stronger than he had expected.

With the Primordial Purple Qi taking root within its body, the fortune of the demon race feeding back, and the subtle influence of that imperial destiny, this salted fish is slowly transforming into a true Kunpeng.

Good thing or bad thing?

This is a good thing for the demon race.

This is a bad thing for the Celestial Court.

All of this is good for Emperor Yi.