"Ah …"
Hearing that it was the Little Peng King of Gu Blade Mountain who had come knocking, Wu Gu Mu and the two elders in the banquet room immediately paled. Even Wu Sang 'er, who had been eavesdropping behind the curtain, exclaimed and then covered her mouth. This reaction made Fang Xing rather puzzled. Who was this Little Peng King that he could frighten the Golden Crow clan leader and elders who were not even afraid of Qingqiu Mountain to this extent?
"Quickly lead me there!"
Wu Gu Mu hurriedly waved at Fang Xing, gesturing for him to take a seat, and then left with the two elders with a solemn expression.
Fang Xing sat on the empty seat and was rather speechless. He got up and pulled Wu Sang 'er out from behind the curtain. Together with her, they rode a cloud and followed behind Wu Gu Mu and the others as they flew out. At the same time, he asked who this Little Peng King was. Could he be more powerful than the Fox Fairy of Qingqiu Mountain? Wu Sang 'er said, "He's not as powerful as Sister Fairy, but he's hard to deal with …"
Before long, they arrived at the edge of Mount Fusang. Fang Xing did not directly show himself, but hid behind the clouds with Wu Sang 'er. Looking out of the mountain, he saw a team of no less than a hundred daemons in the air, all at the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment. Their murderous aura was arrayed in a formation, looking menacingly in the direction of Mount Fusang, and in front of the formation stood a golden-robed youth.
This golden-robed youth must be the Little Peng King that the little demon who had reported just now had mentioned. He did not look very old, and his features were still a little immature, but his face was arrogant and his eyes were fierce. Looking at his cultivation, he was actually only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. But beside him, there were two black-robed elders standing with their hands by their sides. Although they were covered by the mist, the aura of a Golden Core could be vaguely seen.
At this moment, Wu Gu Mu was smiling bitterly at him. "I did not know that Little Peng King would be coming, please forgive me for not welcoming you!"
The dignified leader of the Golden Crow Clan was being so courteous to a junior of the Foundation Establishment Stage. This was already shocking enough. What was even more shocking was that the Little Peng King did not put him in his eyes at all. He shouted coldly, "Forgive my ass. I didn't come to your Fusang Mountain to be a guest. I'll tell you clearly. I came to capture the human spy who stole Sister Fox's immortal essence. Hand it over now!"
Wu Gu Mu was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile, "Little Peng King must be joking, what human spy … I don't understand!"
Wu Gu Mu's eyes turned cold, and said fiercely, "Little Peng Peng Peng King's eyes, as if there were two knives," Peng King ". "You" must be the human spy is with your Wu, and you still dare to deny it? "Wu Wu Peng Wu Wu Peng King? I'll count to three, hand over that person immediately, or don't blame me for attacking your Mount Fusang … "
As soon as he said this, all the demon soldiers and demon generals of the Golden Crow Clan changed their expressions, and there was a hint of fear.
"Motherf * cker, this little bastard is so fierce, he looks like he needs a beating …"
Fang Xing, who was hiding behind the clouds, could not help but grit his teeth. He felt his hands itch, and he wanted to beat that bastard up.
Wu Sang 'er also said with a sad face, "It's over. He is the treasure of the Roc Clan of the Gu Blade Mountain, and is known as the Little Peng King. He is the most arrogant among the younger generation of the demon clan, but he has amazing talent, and is doted on by the elders of the Roc Clan. No one dares to offend him. Although he is at the Foundation Establishment stage, he is much more terrifying than a Golden Core cultivator. Other Golden Core cultivators, or young talents like Sister Fairy who are gradually gaining power, would have some awareness of the big picture. Because of the rules, they would not dare to attack our Mount Fusang, but this little devil dares. There is nothing he doesn't dare to do. Anyway, he has a few elders behind him …"
"The Roc Clan?"
Fang Xing was slightly startled, but he could not help but sneer. He began to ponder in his heart.
At this time, Wu Gu Mu could no longer show a smile. He, the leader of the Golden Crow Clan, was scolded by the younger generation of the Roc Clan. He really had no place to put his face, so he said solemnly, "Little Peng King, you have gone too far. My niece, Sang 'er, was only kidnapped by that person. He has already released her. As for that person's whereabouts, I have no idea. Let alone three, even if you count to thirty, I still can't hand her over to you. Moreover, our Mount Fusang is also one of the Eight Lineages of Ancient Demons, could it be that you …"
"One!"
The Little Peng King opened his mouth lazily and raised a finger.
The leader of the Golden Crow Clan was furious. He shouted coldly, "I want to talk to the leader of the Roc Clan. Is this how you indulge your disciples?"
"Two!"
The Little Peng King raised a second finger, his eyes revealing a cold look. He did not take the words of the leader of the Golden Crow Clan seriously at all.
As he raised his second finger, the demon soldiers under his command also immediately shouted together. Their voices shook the heavens, and their killing intent was pressing.
The face of the leader of the Golden Crow Clan, Wu Gu Mu, had already turned livid. After remaining silent for a while, he suddenly shouted, "Formation!"
This angry shout was filled with anger. His voice was like a great bell, instantly reverberating between the valleys and ravines. It was like muffled thunder rolling here and there. The group of demon soldiers belonging to Mount Fusang was originally trembling in fear from the Little Peng King's ferocious flames, but when they heard the leader's shout, they could only tremble and raise the weapons in their hands with great difficulty. They formed a formation and blocked outside of Mount Fusang.
Also at this time, between the ravines and valleys of Mount Fusang, a strange red light gradually appeared. It was a few large formations that had already been activated.
As if he did not expect that Mount Fusang, which was in such dire straits, would actually have the courage to put on a desperate stance in front of him. The Little Peng King immediately laughed. His malicious gaze swept across the demon soldiers and the large formation at the foot of the mountain. He said softly, "I, the little ancestor, have traveled unhindered in the demon land. No one has ever dared to fight against me. Your Mount Fusang is such a broken clan, but you have quite the guts … Wu Gu Mu, do you think that I, the little ancestor, do not dare to attack your Mount Fusang? Hmph, among the Eight Lineages of Ancient Demons, your Mount Fusang is the most disappointing. Might as well get rid of your name today! "
As he spoke, his gaze turned cold, and he was about to shout 'three'.
Wu Gu Mu's face was already livid. Golden flames burned around his body, and he was about to strike out a powerful demon technique at any time.
The other elders and demon soldiers of Mount Fusang inhaled sharply as well, preparing to attack.
Now, it was no longer a matter of handing over Fang Xing, but the insolence of the Little Peng King's actions. He was clearly just a Foundation Establishment, but he forced the entire Mount Fusang to lower its head before him over a small matter of Qingqiu Mountain, not leaving any room for discussion. If Mount Fusang bowed today, it would be equivalent to losing its title as one of the Eight Lineages of Ancient Demons.
This matter was of great importance. Even the two elders beside the Little Peng King hesitated. One of them said softly, "Little ancestor, think carefully. Although Mount Fusang is in decline, it is still one of the Eight Lineages of Ancient Demons. Its ancestors once produced Demonic Immortals, and it is one of the most famous Demonic Lineages among the demons. If we destroy it today, I'm afraid it would cause the demons to talk, and even the Patriarchs would not be able to handle it …"
"It's them who are seeking death!"
The Little Peng King sneered. "If they took the initiative to hand over the human spy, would it have come to this? Since they don't give me face, I won't give them face either. As for the Patriarchs, you don't have to worry. Hmph, didn't one of our Peng King's ancestors, Daphne, roam the demonic lands unchallenged? This arrogance is the tradition of our Great Peng Clan. If I destroy the Fusang Lineage, there will be people who will gossip, but there will also be people who will clap their hands in joy. It won't be a big deal! "
The other elder looked at the people of Mount Fusang sinisterly and said softly, "Although Mount Fusang is in decline, the current Golden Crow Clan Leader and the three elders are not easy to deal with. Although the little ancestor is at the Foundation Establishment Realm, he should be able to deal with one of the Gold Core Realm cultivators. The two of us are also enough to deal with the other two. However, there is still one Gold Core Realm cultivator left, and with the formation of Mount Fusang, it will be a little tricky …"
When the Little Peng King heard this, he laughed and said, "This is easy. When we attack Mount Fusang, we only need to issue a decree, and those rogue cultivators who are hiding around to watch the show will naturally help. Hehe, although this Mount Fusang is in decline, there are still many treasures. I won't be interested in them, but for those bastards who are watching the show, they are good stuff!"
When the two elders beside him heard this, they immediately became silent. They understood that although their family's Little Peng King acted recklessly, he was not completely insensible. He could see through some things very clearly, and could be said to be a wise man in his madness.
The swords were drawn and the war was about to break out. Everyone in Mount Fusang was determined to fight a bloody battle, but suddenly a sobbing voice sounded, "Father, what are you thinking? Are you going to destroy our Golden Crow Clan for a human spy? You can just hand him over, why do you have to make it so ugly? This Golden Crow Clan will be mine sooner or later, you can't destroy it for me … "
At the place where the voice came from, a Golden Crow with a miserable face flapped its featherless wings and flew in the sky. Who else could it be but Wu Yidian?
"Shut up!"
Wu Gu Mu was furious. He fiercely looked at Wu Gu Mu with a murderous gaze.
Wu Yidian was still a little afraid of his father. Seeing that he was angry, he didn't dare to say anything, but his gaze clearly showed that he was not convinced.
"Sigh … You … That sentence of yours has destroyed my last hope …" Ye Zichen sighed.
Not far from Wu Yidian, an elder was extremely frustrated. He let out a long sigh, and his face was full of sadness.
"I … I advised father to hand over that human spy for the good of our Mount Fusang …"
Wu Yidian was still shouting.
But the other elders and even the demon soldiers were already impatient to say anything to him.
And at this moment, the Little Peng King's complexion turned cold. He laughed loudly and said, "Originally, I was also a little worried. If we break through Mount Fusang and can't find that human spy, how would we explain to the ancestors? But now it's fine. Wu Gu Mu, your son has already said that the human spy is in Mount Fusang, but you still don't hand him over. What's the reason? Children, listen up, prepare to attack the mountain! "
With a loud shout, the third finger was raised and ready to fall.
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