Chapter 473: He Who Understands the Times Is a Wise Man 2
Chapter 473 Chapter 472: Those Who Recognize the Times Are the Wise (1/3)
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
A loud shout.
The Golden Peng Young Master, who had barely recovered from his severe injuries through clawing his way back and could not even manage a transformation, arrived late.
He saw the Peerless Young Master inciting a great many Demon Race cultivators to enter the Lord God's Space and become dogs for that Blessed-Being Infinite Great Dream Immortal Venerable, and was instantly enraged.
What status did the Blessed-Being Infinite Great Dream Immortal Venerable have, to deserve being honored by him, the Young Master of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan?!
Even if only on the surface, it was unacceptable.
Let alone the fact that King Yanfu had wounded his body and also wounded his heart.
If he did not avenge this grudge, how would the Golden Peng Young Master survive in the future!
"You oppose this?!"
"Everyone has agreed, and you oppose it? Who the fuck do you think you are!"
The Peerless Young Master sneered, his gaze unfriendly as he flashed the sword in his hand.
"You dare insult me?!"
The Golden Peng Young Master was shocked. He still did not know the Peerless Young Master's identity.
He merely took him for a nameless nobody he had not noticed before, who had jumped out to play the big shot while he was recuperating from severe injuries.
Truly, when the tiger is away from the mountain, the monkey calls himself king!
A mere mixed-feathered minor demon, daring to act wildly before This Young Master!
The Golden Peng Young Master burned with fury, decisive in slaughter. Backhandedly, he unleashed a Roc Spreads Its Wings, intending to behead the Peerless Young Master.
To make the Demon Race cultivators present once again recall the fear of being dominated by him, the Golden Peng Young Master.
But the Golden Peng Young Master's killing move was still coalescing within his wings.
The Peerless Young Master's sword light had already arrived first despite being launched later, heavily slashing down upon the Golden Peng Young Master.
Sword qi surged like flames, sword light hung high like the blazing sun.
The Golden Peng Young Master let out a miserable scream, instantly sent flying backward, coughing blood heavily, half his wing severed in an instant. Shocked beyond measure, he roared in fury.
"You dare hit me?!"
"Ah, you mixed-feathered minor demon, you're dead!"
"What are you all standing around for!"
"Kill him for This Young Master!"
"Not just him. This Young Master will uproot this mixed-feathered clan to the very roots!"
The Golden Peng Young Master roared, but the demon soldiers and generals who had come with him did not move.
Instead, they hesitated for a moment before quietly speaking to the furious Golden Peng Young Master.
"Young Master, he is the Myriad Demon Dharma King."
"The very Myriad Demon Dharma King from the Demon Court Ancestral Ground, the one suspected to be your younger brother."
The Golden Peng Young Master froze. Distant memories surged forth, and his shock and fury only deepened.
"It's him!"
"That bastard born of the Peacock Clan?!"
Back then in the Demon Court Ancestral Ground.
Lin Qi's avatar, the Myriad Demon Dharma King, had been mistaken by the Golden Peng Young Master for a bastard born of his amorous father king and a member of the Five-Color Peacock Clan.