Primordial Era: When a Good Guy Awakens a Morally Unethical System

Chapter 412

Peng Demon King regained his senses and looked at his father, who was famous throughout the prehistoric world, and realized that he could also have a powerful backer.

Those born with powerful connections and support can easily acquire more, while those born without such connections face hardship even in life, and despite years of effort, they are unlikely to achieve anything.

For example, before he and his father recognized each other, he had to be on good terms with the Flood Dragon Demon King to obtain even a little more resources. But after they recognized each other, he instantly went from a rogue cultivator to a disciple of a sage, and gained connections with most of the powerful figures in the prehistoric world.

Ao Bing and the Flood Dragon King had also stopped fighting, staring at the father and son in shock.

Ao Bing: I didn't realize this Roc Demon King had such a background!

Jiao Demon King: ...

The Demon King of the Flood Dragon didn't know how he felt; he just felt that there was no need to laugh anymore.

Ao Bing is one thing, after all, he is the son of the Dragon King... but if his father wanted to compete, he could also become the Dragon King!

This Peng Demon King, they've supported each other for so many years, and now he doesn't play with him anymore?

Kunpeng called out, "Ao Bing!"

Ao Bing quickly ran a few steps forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Greetings, Senior. May I ask what your instructions are?"

Kunpeng smiled kindly: "I have already sent a message to Hongyun, asking him to accept my son as his disciple. Please take him back to Wuzhuang Temple to formally become his apprentice!"

"Yes!" Ao Bing replied in a low voice.

The Demon King was furious. Sure enough, what the Buddhist saint said was true. The saint of Wuzhuang Temple did not look at the aptitude of his disciples, but only at their family background. None of them were unknown people!

His only choice was Buddhism.

Peng Demon King glanced at Jiao Demon King, wanting to take him to Wuzhuang Temple. But Jiao Demon King's face was gloomy, and he didn't even look at him, leaving Peng Demon King at a loss for words.

"Dragon Demon King, would you like to come back to Wuzhuang Temple with us?" Ao Bing had been a disciple for many years and had the courage and confidence to invite the Dragon Demon King to go with him.

Unfortunately, the Demon King Jiao had become jealous of his two old friends. He wanted to possess them but also wanted to retain his dignity. He was determined to show the spirit of "even without a powerful backer, I can still make a name for myself".

"Yes, come with us!" Only after Ao Bing spoke up did Peng Demon King dare to invite him. Otherwise, how could a junior disciple who hadn't even completed his apprenticeship ceremony dare to bring a friend to the sect?

"I'm not going!" The Demon King's face turned ashen, and he turned his head away, refusing to look at them again.

Peng Demon King couldn't understand Jiao Demon King's behavior at all. Being able to become a disciple of a saint, even if not a master and disciple, was much better than being a rogue cultivator. Why did he refuse?

Ao Bing stared at the Flood Dragon Demon King for a while, and then realized that this friend had been gone since the time he became a disciple.

"Let's go!" Ao Bing said to Peng Demon King.

The Demon King Peng looked at Kunpeng with anticipation and affection. Kunpeng, however, remained indifferent, as if this son was not worthy of his attention.

A moment later, Kunpeng reverted to its original form and left.

After Kunpeng left, the Peng Demon King couldn't hide his disappointment: "Senior brother, why did Father leave?"

"For no reason! I just don't want to."

Ao Bing was only trying to comfort him; he meant well, but was powerless to do so. These words were as blunt as stabbing the Peng Demon King in the heart of his filial devotion.

Seeing Peng Demon King leave with Ao Bing, Jiao Demon King's eyes grew increasingly gloomy. He slowly turned his head to look at Wen Zhong and suddenly made his move.

Black smoke swirled around the dragon's claws as it reached out to grab Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong, alert and quick-witted, dodged to the side. But the Flood Dragon King didn't stop there; instead, it slashed to the other side. Its venomous claw pierced through a junior officer's chest, and with its other hand, it ripped the man in two, blood scattering everywhere.