The tiny Human Race, with a history of only a few million years, could produce such a powerful being, shattering his worldview.
What was even more dire was...
Being dragged into this space at such a critical moment, the fate of the three Demon Sages was already imaginable.
This was practically a death sentence for Kunpeng.
With three Demon Sages dead, he could only imagine the torment he would face if he, Kunpeng, were to return to the Demon Court.
He might even be brutally killed by Di Jun.
What would he do in the future!
Although Kunpeng, the Demon Master, was not loyal to the Demon Court.
The problem was that his primordial spirit imprint was still etched within the Zhaoyaofan.
If Di Jun waved the Zhaoyaofan, his life would be forfeit, thus he had to care about Di Jun's attitude towards him.
"Human Race powerhouse..."
As Kunpeng was seething with resentment, a crimson dragon suddenly appeared before him.
This dragon was entirely crimson, its length spanning countless eons and light-years, and it was enveloped by the laws of the Great Dao of Time.
It was none other than Hunyuan Golden Immortal, Zhulong.
Kunpeng blurted out in shock.
"Zhulong?"
"How could you escape the suppression of the East Sea Eye?"
"No, more importantly, how are you here?"
Kunpeng asked two questions in quick succession.
The first question was out of confusion, wasn't Zhulong eternally suppressed within the Sea Eye?
It was one thing if he occasionally broke free and moved within the East Sea.
To appear outside the East Sea, was he looking for the Heavenly Dao's suppression punishment to be a trivial matter?
The second question was also one of Kunpeng's shock.
Zhulong's strength was that of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal. Although he hadn't reached the peak of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, his mastery of the Great Dao laws made him superior to Kunpeng, an old Quasi-Saint.
Zhulong, such a supreme being, appearing on the side of the Human Race...
Was he standing with the Human Race?
This was the question Kunpeng most wanted to ask!
Zhulong, being a Hunyuan Golden Immortal and an ancient powerhouse, if he could resolve the issue of the East Sea Eye's suppression and stand with the Human Race, fostering good relations with them.
Then the threat posed by the Human Race would rise another notch in Kunpeng's mind.
Zhulong was a powerhouse comparable to Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun, far superior to ordinary old Quasi-Saints.
With such a being appearing among the Human Race, it would be difficult to destroy them. Even if Di Jun and Taiyi came in person, they might not succeed.
Or rather, even if they succeeded, they would have to pay a great price.
Otherwise, the Dragon Race would not have been incorporated into the Demon Court. Di Jun and Taiyi, fearing Zhulong, had not subdued the Dragon Race.
This precisely proved how much the threat of the Human Race would increase if Zhulong befriended them.
In the span of a single thought, Kunpeng had raced through countless scenarios, his mind working at lightning speed.
Meanwhile, Zhulong spoke, answering Kunpeng's question.
"Kunpeng, the reason I am here is, of course, to help the Human Race deal with you."
"As for how I escaped the East Sea Eye's suppression, it was because my Master helped me resolve the Heavenly Dao's suppression!"
"Without my Master's command, why would I wholeheartedly stand with the Human Race and deal with you?"
Upon hearing this, Kunpeng's face underwent a seismic shift.
Although he had been shocked upon arriving in this unknown space, it was not even a fraction of his current shock.
"Master?? Zhulong, you actually have a Master?"
"No! This is impossible! Who could possibly take a Hunyuan Golden Immortal as a mount? Even a Saint couldn't!"
"Who is your Master? Who exactly is it? How could you willingly submit to him?"
At this moment, even the old Quasi-Saint, Kunpeng, felt a bone-chilling coldness in his heart.
Zhulong, such a powerful being, had a Master, and was supposedly a mount. Then who was his Master?
How powerful must his Master be?
If this Master was a human, then he...
A true sense of despair began to creep into Kunpeng's heart.
Kunpeng's body was one of extreme speed. If Donghuang Taiyi was the most powerful being below the Saints in the Great Desolation,
Then Kunpeng was the fastest flyer below the Saints in the Great Desolation!
In terms of escape speed, Kunpeng was second to none, and no cultivator below the Saint realm dared to claim the first position.
Therefore, when he saw Zhulong earlier, although his strength was inferior to Zhulong's and he was certain he couldn't defeat Zhulong, he was confident that he could escape.
His panic was only due to the death of the three Demon Sages, and the inevitable severe punishment he would face from Di Jun upon his return, carrying a risk of death.
But ultimately, he had a certain degree of certainty that he could survive.
After all, Di Jun understood that the Demon Court needed a Demon Master, and wouldn't easily kill him. If he worked hard, played the victim a bit, he might survive with severe injuries instead of death.
However, if that so-called Master could even take Zhulong as a mount.
Kunpeng did not believe he could escape from that being.
That was Zhulong!
A Hunyuan Golden Immortal!
A human who could make him willingly become a mount. The power of this human needed no further explanation.
Even a Saint could not achieve such a feat!
Yet this human had done it.
Kunpeng's body, though possessing extreme speed, the fastest in the Great Desolation, so what?
In front of that being, he couldn't escape!
Kunpeng was exceptionally astute.
The moment he realized that he likely couldn't resist that human, nor escape from them.
He immediately knelt down in this unknown space.
"O powerful Human Race expert!"
"Kunpeng's invasion of the Human Race this time was truly out of helplessness, it was personally ordered by that old crow Di Jun."
"I dared not disobey his orders, because my primordial spirit imprint is within the Zhaoyaofan, and he could end my life with a mere thought!"
"All my actions that were detrimental to the Human Race were entirely forced!"
"Not voluntary!"
"I beg the Human Race expert to spare me."
After speaking, Kunpeng glanced at Zhulong, knowing he needed to offer more leverage.
He then said:
"Great Human Race expert!"
"I am willing to become your mount, just like Zhulong."
"Please spare my life..."
His voice echoed through the unknown space.
And under Kunpeng's watchful gaze.
A childish voice also emerged at this moment.
"Demon Master Kunpeng, your loyalty to the Demon Court is indeed not high, and you are quite clever, kneeling down the moment you realized something was amiss."
"You are also able to offer stakes, directly promising to become a mount."
"However, your character, I find it problematic..."
Kunpeng heard the childish voice and was slightly surprised. This human expert seemed to still be in his youth?
His age was definitely not exceeding one Yuan Hui. Not even a tenth of a Yuan Hui.
At most, only twenty thousand years of cultivation.
Such a young human expert?
Then, Kunpeng saw Fang Ming's true appearance.
The young boy's childish face, even if it were to describe the beauty of a fallen swan, a moon-hiding flower, or a nation-toppling allure, it could not describe even a billionth of his appearance.
Even the goddesses of the Great Desolation, Houtu, Nuwa, and Changxi, paled in comparison to the boy, like fireflies against the brilliant sun.
This was a beauty that transcended the extreme.
If there was a Great Dao among the Three Thousand Great Daos called the Great Dao of Beauty, then this young boy was definitely the master of the Great Dao of Beauty, having achieved one hundred percent control over its laws.