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The Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, the Lingxiao Palace.

The news of Kunpeng being beaten spread like wildfire throughout the entire prehistoric world in less than half a day.

Emperor Jun sat on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, listening to the reports from his spies below, his expression quite interesting.

There was a sense of schadenfreude, like "Serves you right, you old codger, for always being so cunning and deceitful," and a deep sense of anxiety, like "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold."

"Your Majesty, that Lin Xuan is far too arrogant!"

Kunpeng, who had just returned, had tidied himself up a bit, but his bald head was still particularly conspicuous. He knelt in the main hall, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"He not only stole my resources, but also... he forced me to eat..."

Kunpeng couldn't continue speaking; it was too embarrassing.

Donghuang Taiyi, standing nearby, frowned deeply. "Brother, with those three brats and Tongtian, that troublemaker, the Witch Clan is no match for us. Are we just going to let this go?"

Di Jun didn't speak; his fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, his eyes were terrifyingly deep.

He was thinking.

Although the Beiming Sea incident seemed to have been a loss for Kunpeng, it also gave him an opportunity.

"Kunpeng, what did you say those three children went there to do?" Dijun suddenly asked.

"They...they said they were going to catch big fish to eat," Kunpeng said through gritted teeth.

"Catching fish?" Di Jun's lips curled into a sinister smile. "That's more like it."

He stood up, walked to the entrance of the main hall, and looked down at the vast, untamed land below.

"The Witch Clan is powerful now, and we can't confront them head-on. However, the tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind. These three children are so unruly, and that is the Witch Clan's weakness."

"Taiyi." Di Jun turned around, his eyes flashing with calculation.

"exist."

"Send men to spread the word among the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas," Di Jun said in a low voice. "Tell them that the Crown Prince of the Witch Clan has grown tired of the land animals and is now eyeing the delicacies of the sea. The son of the Kunpeng is just the beginning; next, they'll want to eat dragon liver and phoenix marrow!"

"Tell those old mudskippers that Lin Xuan has declared he's turning the Four Seas Dragon Palace into his private seafood farm. Anyone who dares disobey will have their entire clan wiped out!"

Taiyi's eyes lit up: "Big brother, are you planning to... use someone else to do your dirty work?"

"No, those useless dragons can't kill anyone." Di Jun shook his head. "However, although the dragons have declined, their foundation remains. They control the water eyes of the four seas, which are the water vein hubs of the primordial world. If the dragons side with us, or at least stand against the witch clan, then we will have one more trump card in the future decisive battle."

"Moreover..." Di Jun sneered, "Those old fogies of the Dragon Clan are the most cowardly of all, but also the most concerned with their reputation. If they find out that their descendants have been used as a cooking recipe, they'll definitely go to Zixiao Palace to complain. At that point, even if the Dao Ancestor doesn't want to get involved, he'll have no choice but to!"

Upon hearing this plan, Kunpeng immediately stopped crying.

"Your Majesty is brilliant! This tactic of 'praise to death' combined with 'sowing discord' is absolutely brilliant! As long as the entire prehistoric world believes that the Witch Clan is cruel and heartless, even their children are so vicious, then they will lose the hearts of the people!"

"Go and do it." Di Jun waved his hand. "Do it discreetly. It would be best to find a few lesser demons who haven't fully transformed into human form, and have them pretend to be drunk and let it slip."

"yes!"

With Emperor Jun's command, countless rumors began to spread in every corner of the prehistoric world.

East Sea, Dragon Palace.

The old Dragon King Ao Guang was looking at the memorial in his hand with a worried expression. Recently, the disappearance rate of aquatic creatures in the sea has been quite high. He had heard that there was a man-eating demon king in the north.

"Report—!"

A tortoise prime minister rushed in in a panic, almost tripping and falling flat on his face.

"Dragon King! Something terrible has happened! Rumors are spreading that Lin Xuan of the Witch Clan, along with three little devils, is going to capture our dragon clan and roast them like kebabs!"

"What?!" Ao Guang was so shocked his mustache stood on end. "Barbecue skewers? Grill who? Grill me?"

"They said they were going to have a full dragon feast! They even said the dragon liver would be stir-fried and the dragon tendons would be served cold..." the Turtle Prime Minister said, trembling. "The son of that Kunpeng demon master from the Northern Sea has already been eaten! I heard there wasn't even a bone left!"

Ao Guang felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and almost fainted.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous towards dragons! Although my dragon race has withdrawn from the struggle for supremacy, we are still the legitimate rulers of heaven and earth! How dare that witch race..."

But then he thought again, even Kunpeng was beaten so badly, his old bones probably wouldn't even be enough to fill someone's teeth.

"Quickly! Close the Dragon Palace gates! Activate the clan's protective formation! All dragon sons and grandsons, hide in the sea eye! No one is allowed to leave!"

The entire world was instantly thrown into a state of panic because of this rumor.

At this moment, Lin Xuan was completely unaware that he had become a "seafood killer".

He is facing an even more serious problem.

Short of money.