Transmigrating to a chat group: After heeding advice, I became the ruler of the primordial world.

Chapter 144 Speed ​​Contest? Lu Wen Wants Kunpeng to Be His Mount!

The Kunpeng moved like lightning, instantly traversing the void.

"Rumble..."

As his hands moved, countless sharp demonic energies gathered, sweeping towards Lu Wenxi like thousands of blades.

Each wisp of demonic energy contained terrifying power, seemingly capable of tearing apart anything that stood in its way.

However, Lu Wen remained remarkably calm in the face of this overwhelming attack.

His body swayed slightly, as if he had resonated with the entire Wenqu Star, and he slowly began to recite a poem.

"The Yellow River flows far up to the white clouds."

A lone city amidst towering mountains.

Why should the Qiang flute lament the willows?

The evil winds cannot reach Yumen Pass!

As he chanted, characters appeared in the void.

At the same time, the boundless literary energy on the Wenqu Star seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force and began to gather there.

These literary energies formed dazzling rays of light around Lu Wen, making him appear like a god, and also creating a majestic city around him, seemingly capable of blocking out all things in heaven and earth.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Wen waved his hand, and a long silver river instantly rushed out from the huge "Jade Gate Pass" and swept towards Kunpeng.

This long river of literary energy flows mightily, seemingly capable of cleansing away all filth and evil.

Kunpeng looked at the words Lu Wen was urging him to write and felt awkward no matter how he looked at them.

It was because Lu Yun created the so-called writing system that his reputation as a demon master was greatly damaged among the demon race!

Now that Lu Wen is using the language he hates most to deal with him, how can he not be furious?

But he also sensed the power of this literary energy, and his expression instantly turned serious. He dared not be careless in the slightest and immediately channeled all his strength into his attack.

"boom!"

The literary energy and demonic power collided, unleashing a deafening roar.

The surrounding starry sky seemed to tremble at that moment, erupting with a deafening roar.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The endless aftershocks of energy spread outwards, tearing the surrounding void into dark cracks.

However, when everything calmed down, Lu Wen's figure still stood firm. Although the massive city gate around him had become slightly dim, it remained standing and indestructible.

A look of shock flashed in Kunpeng's eyes.

He never expected that his all-out attack would not be able to budge Lu Wen in the slightest; this was beyond his imagination.

"This is impossible!" Kunpeng roared inwardly, "He's just a Taiyi Golden Immortal, how could he possibly block my attack?"

However, the facts were right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe them.

Lu Wen stared coldly at Kunpeng, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Demon Master, your strength is nothing more than this. If this is all you've got, then let's leave it at that."

After saying that, he turned around and pretended to be going back to the Wenqu Star.

Just then—

"wrong!"

Kunpeng suddenly let out a loud shout.

Lu Wen paused slightly, calmly looking at Kunpeng, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kunpeng's expression was icy as he said, "That wasn't your power just now, but the power of the God of Literature!"

Despite being exposed, Lu Wen remained remarkably calm, casually asking, "And then?"

Kunpeng said coldly, "If that's the case, as long as I continue my attack, even if Wenquxing is powerful, it won't be able to hold out indefinitely! I can even attack Wenquxing directly!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Wen burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Not bad! You could indeed do that. With your Quasi-Saint level strength, shattering a star wouldn't be difficult! But, do you dare?"

These words left Kunpeng speechless.

Yes!

He dares not!

Putting aside the fact that the Wenqu Star is related to the demon race's "Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array," once it is broken, the array will inevitably be flawed, which is simply intolerable for the current demon race.

If Wenquxing, one of the 365 main stars in the celestial sphere, were to be shattered, it would affect the primordial world and generate immense karma, which Kunpeng would not be willing to bear!

So, Kunpeng held back for a long time but couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing this, Lu Wen continued to mock, "Demon Master, it seems you also understand the stakes involved. Wenqu Star is not a place for you to run wild. You'd better leave quickly to avoid humiliating yourself."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng's face turned pale and then red, clearly angered by Lu Wen's words.

As a demon master of the demon race and a quasi-saint, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

But the fact that he couldn't do anything about Lu Wen made him even more upset.

He thought he was going to have to slink away, but unexpectedly, Lu Wen seemed to have become interested and suddenly said, "I've heard that the Demon Master Kunpeng is known as the fastest speed in the primordial world?"

Kunpeng said proudly, "So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?"

In fact, Kunpeng also knew that when it came to speed, Dijun and Taiyi's Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation Technique, as well as Dijiang's spatial Dao supernatural power, were all above him. He was not even considered the fastest in the primordial world.

But apart from that, he doesn't have much else to offer, which is why he keeps bragging about himself.

Anyway, if anyone else in the prehistoric world is not convinced, they can come and challenge him to a speed contest. As long as it's not Dijun, Taiyi, or Dijiang, he is confident that he can beat everyone!

However, to Kunpeng's surprise, Lu Wen suddenly said, "I know you're not satisfied with the collision just now. How about this, I'll give you a chance. I'll let you gamble with me, and we'll decide the winner based on speed. How about that?"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng wondered if he had misheard.

Then, he couldn't help but burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha, this demon master is dying of laughter! You, a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal, actually dare to challenge the ultimate speed of the primordial world!"

Lu Wen simply said calmly, "Just tell me, do you dare to gamble or not!"

Seeing his calm demeanor, Kunpeng couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that he has some special abilities?

But when he thought of his countless victories over the years, and that Lu Wen was just a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal, most of his doubts disappeared.

Kunpeng sneered and said, "Since you're courting death, then this demon master will grant your wish! Tell me, how do you want to bet?"

Lu Wen slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said calmly, "Since you've agreed to compete with me, let's set a bet first!"

A hint of disdain flashed in Kunpeng's eyes, as if he looked down on everything in the world. He casually waved his hand and said, "A bet? Bring it on, why wouldn't I, Kunpeng, accept it?"

Kunpeng had absolute confidence in his speed, and no matter what kind of bet Lu Wen made, he was fully confident that he could defeat him.

If we can take the opportunity to win something from the other party, it would be an unexpected bonus!

Lu Wen smiled slightly, as if he had already seen through Kunpeng's confidence and arrogance: "The bet is simple. If I lose, I can leave this Wenqu Star and hand over the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife! That way, your mission will be complete. But if you lose, you must condescend to ride the wind and clouds for me and become my mount for ten years. How about it?"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng's face instantly turned ashen.

His eyes blazed with furious fire, as if he wanted to burn Lu Wen to ashes, and he roared, "How dare you be so rude! You want me, Kunpeng, to be your mount? You're dreaming!"

He felt as if he had suffered a tremendous humiliation.

To make a Quasi-Saint serve as a mount for a Taiyi Golden Immortal? We might as well just kill him!

A mocking smile appeared on Lu Wen's face, his tone tinged with provocation: "Oh? What's wrong? Weren't you brimming with confidence in your prized Kunpeng Speed? Why are you suddenly hesitant now, afraid you'll lose?"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng felt a surge of anger, but he quickly calmed down.

He thought to himself: Yes, my Kunpeng Speed ​​is unparalleled in the world, what do I have to fear? Although Lu Wen must have something to rely on since he dared to challenge me, what can he possibly do against my Kunpeng Speed?

He simply couldn't imagine what kind of methods Lu Wen, a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal, could possess to defeat his Kunpeng Extreme Speed.

After much thought, Kunpeng could only attribute it all to Lu Wen's ignorance and arrogance.

Then he thought that if he won, Lu Yun would hand over the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, so he had no other worries and couldn't wait to get the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife!

Of course, once he got it, it was his own, and he never thought of returning it to Taiyi!

Kunpeng immediately sneered and said, "Fine! Since you've brought this upon yourself, I'll grant your wish! I accept your bet!"

Seeing Kunpeng gradually stepping into his trap, Lu Wen's smile grew even brighter. He was secretly delighted, but remained outwardly calm, saying, "To be fair, let's make a Heavenly Oath. At the same time, your cultivation must be temporarily suppressed to the same level as mine. How about it?"

Kunpeng agreed without hesitation. He glanced at Lu Wen contemptuously and said with a sneer, "No problem! Even with equal cultivation levels, if your speed can reach my level, I, the Demon Master, will consider you the winner!"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Lu Wen's eyes. He smiled and said, "You said it yourself! Then let's swear an oath to Heaven and make this bet!"

Kunpeng snorted coldly and then began to swear an oath. Lu Wen followed suit, fulfilling the oath of the bet.

After discussing it, the two sides decided on the route for their bet: they would set off at the same time and head to Ziwei Star. Whoever set foot on Ziwei Star first would win!

So, after the bet was set, Lu Wen and his team prepared to officially begin the competition.

Kunpeng's eyes flashed coldly as he looked at Lu Wen with a mocking expression, his tone filled with disdain: "Do you need this demon master to let you go first? This demon master can generously grant you a breath's time to experience the feeling of flying!"

However, Lu Wen simply shook his head slightly and replied calmly, "Oh, that's not necessary. I just wanted to make some minor preparations before the race officially begins. You don't mind, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng couldn't help but chuckle, as if he had heard a huge joke.

He waved his hand casually, his tone full of arrogance and disdain: "Hmph, whatever! No matter what you do, you're destined to lose this match!"

Lu Wen nodded, then suddenly spoke, his voice seemingly containing a mysterious rhythm, as he recited a few lines of poetry: "In the Northern Ocean there is a fish, its name is Kun, Kun is so large..."

Kunpeng frowned slightly.

I don't know what Lu Wen is up to. Why is he boasting about the power of his Kunpeng right before the competition is about to start?

Is he trying to get me to let him off the hook?

But he was the one who proposed the bet, so why did he go through all that trouble?

Just then—

"puff!"

A soft laugh suddenly came from the void not far away. The voice was melodious and pleasant, and it immediately caught the attention of Lu Wen and Kunpeng.

Kunpeng, in particular, immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

At this moment, he suddenly became vigilant, suspecting that Lu Wen might be plotting something to harm him.

As a result, upon seeing this, he immediately became even more vigilant!

Because he was shocked to see a stunningly beautiful woman appear in the direction from which the voice came—none other than the Ancestral Witch Houtu!

Kunpeng demanded in a deep voice, "Houtu, what are you doing here?!"

When he came here before, he clearly saw Houtu still on the battlefield on the Sun Star!

Houtu chuckled and said, "This ancestral witch had a premonition that there would be a good show to watch here, so naturally I came!"

It turns out that Houtu was puzzled when she saw Kunpeng suddenly leave. At the same time, she also thought about the problems that Wenquxing had caused the demon race to suffer a great loss. She was also curious about what was going on here.

She had guessed beforehand that Lu Yun was behind the problems with Wenquxing, so she was worried that Kunpeng might come here to harm Lu Yun, and that's why she came.

However, her speed was not as fast as Kunpeng's, so she arrived a little late. Unexpectedly, when she arrived, she happened to hear Lu Wen reciting poetry in the air, and she immediately thought of what Lu Yun had said before: "The Kun is so big that it can't be stewed in one pot; the Peng is so big that it needs two barbecue grills!"

So she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After all, it was Lu Yun's two sentences that made the other Ancestral Witches so obsessed with eating Kunpeng. She had just escaped the battlefield and come here, and her brothers had told her that if she had the chance, she must catch Kunpeng and let them have a good meal!

Moreover, because of Lu Wen's two lines of poetry, she became certain of one thing: Lu Wen was definitely related to Lu Yun!

Sure enough, upon seeing Houtu, Lu Wen immediately smiled, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "So it's the Ancestral Witch Houtu! Your arrival is just in time, Ancestral Witch. This Kunpeng and I are about to have a speed contest; perhaps you could be our witness?"

Upon hearing this, Houtu's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of amusement. She chuckled and said, "Oh? A speed contest? That's interesting! I just wonder if there's any prize involved in this contest?"

Lu Wen smiled slightly and said, "Of course! If I lose, I will leave this Wenqu Star and hand over the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife to Senior Kunpeng. If I am lucky enough to win, then Senior Kunpeng will have to become my mount for ten years!"

"Hmph! Don't even think about it!"

Kunpeng snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, and said, "What do you think you are, worthy of being my mount? I'm telling you right now, you're destined to lose this match! And I'm going to take that Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife!"

(End of this chapter)