Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 30: The Wrath of the Kunpeng!

On the vast and continuous mountain range of Wuyi Mountain, a black light and a golden light chased each other at a terrifying speed, even sparking from the void.

The roc flew for about fifteen minutes, secretly pleased with itself.

Even if you are unparalleled in swordsmanship, what can you do against the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Clan in terms of speed?

We'll still have to follow him around and get our hands dirty.

The roc was delighted and couldn't help but turn its head to look. It saw Zhao Gongming following closely behind it for a hundred miles, looking at it with a smile.

The roc was nearly scared out of its wits. This kid in front of it, with only the cultivation of a Golden Immortal, was actually no less fast than him.

This is unbelievable!

This must be a disciple trained by some extraordinary ancient beings in the primordial world; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be so powerful.

The roc felt nervous, gritted its teeth, and with a boom, burned a drop of its essence blood.

The terrifying burning of essence and blood increased the speed considerably.

A dark light flashed, and Zhao Gongming was thrown out.

"Burning the power of life essence, that's interesting!"

Zhao Gongming looked relaxed and accelerated along with the Peng bird.

With his feet, plus the golden light that swept across the ground.

Even if a peak Taiyi cultivator came, they couldn't match his speed.

Another quarter of an hour later, seeing that he still couldn't shake off Zhao Gongming, the roc gritted its teeth and said fiercely.

"You dare to harm me? Do you even know who I am?"

The response to the roc was an incomparably sharp sword aura.

"boom!"

The sword energy was merciless, slashing fiercely at the Peng bird's body and cutting off a large chunk of flesh.

Thick blood flowed down as if it were free.

The roc trembled, and a mournful cry pierced the sky.

The immense pain rendered the roc unable to fly any longer, causing it to stop mid-air.

His dark eyes, tinged with a bloodshot hue, stared at Zhao Gongming as he spoke, each word distinct and deliberate.

"My father is Kunpeng, the Demon Master of the Thirty-Three Heavens, a Quasi-Saint cultivator. If you kill me, my father will surely slay you, no matter where you are in the world!"

Peng Niao believed that as long as he invoked his father's name, no matter who it was, they would immediately stop and apologize to him.

"So he is the offspring of the demon master Kunpeng. No wonder he has some skills."

Zhao Gongming nodded indifferently. In fact, when he heard the Peng bird say the words "Nine Heavens Kunpeng" on Mount Wuyi, he had already made a vague guess in his heart.

The roc's words merely confirmed Zhao Gongming's suspicions.

When Peng saw that Zhao Gongming knew his father's name, he was overjoyed and his fierce expression disappeared.

"Now that you know my father's name, why don't you let me leave quickly? Later, I'll put in a good word for you with my father, and maybe you can get a job in my great Heavenly Court."

The roc used both threats and inducements, clearly a tactic it had employed countless times.

"The Heavenly Court is indeed a prestigious name, and the Demon Master's reputation is truly legendary."

Zhao Gongming smiled slightly, then said, "But do you know who my master is?"

"Who is it?"

"That's what the roc said instinctively."

"My master is one of the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, namely Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun."

Holding the immortal sword, Zhao Gongming's aura changed, and an incomparably sharp aura emanated from him—a sword heart of the Great Dao that would never perish.

"To die by the sword forged by my master is an honor for you."

As Zhao Gongming's voice fell, he gathered all his magical power and combined his essence, energy, and spirit into a single, unparalleled sword strike, directly slashing down at the Peng bird.

"boom!"

This sword strike was unprecedentedly powerful, embodying the terrifying essence of swordsmanship.

It transformed into the most violent storm in the world, directly swallowing the Peng bird!

With a single sword strike, the Peng bird's massive innate body could no longer sustain itself and crashed heavily to the ground.

As the Peng bird fell, in a corner of the Heavenly Court in the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Demon Master's Palace, the Demon Master Kunpeng suddenly opened his eyes from his meditation!

A violent and ferocious aura, accompanied by the Dao essence of a Quasi-Saint, surged through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and the Four Seas and Eight Desolations!

"Who dares to kill my son?!"

The killing intent on Kunpeng's face was undisguised, under the terrifying impact of the Dao.

The entire space within the Demon Master's Palace was constantly being annihilated into dust.

"Celestial divination, calculation!"

With a thought, Kunpeng spat out a mouthful of blood essence and began to deduce using the Heavenly Secrets Technique.

The infinite secrets of heaven were continuously deduced through the essence of Kunpeng's blood.

Just as they were about to find out about Zhao Gongming, suddenly, the supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Karma Mirror, on Zhao Gongming's body trembled slightly.

An infinite Daoist aura instantly enveloped Zhao Gongming.

The celestial secret swept over Zhao Gongming briefly, but found nothing amiss, and then vanished without a trace.

In the Heavenly Court and the Demon Master's Palace, Kunpeng opened his eyes, his anger not only not diminishing, but intensifying!

Just now, he used his supreme magical power to deduce the result, but he couldn't deduce any outcome.

There's no way to deduce where his son died, who did it, or how he died.

It was as if someone had used supreme divine power to erase it directly.

A dark look flashed across Kunpeng's gloomy face.

If he couldn't deduce it even using divination techniques, then there are only two possible outcomes.

The first result is that the cultivator who killed his son possessed a powerful treasure concealing the secrets of heaven!

The second result was that the cultivator who killed his son was at least a quasi-saint level cultivator of the same caliber as him.

But a quasi-saint level expert like him wouldn't bother killing his mere Taiyi realm son.

Light flickered constantly in Kunpeng's shadowy eyes.

As one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, Kunpeng has many enemies.

But even after going over it in his mind several times, he still couldn't think of anyone as the most suspicious.

Zhen Yuanzi?

Red clouds?

Or is it that bastard from Styx again?

Kunpeng shook his head and finally walked towards the last level of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The Demon Emperor Jun possesses the peerless treasure, the Hetu Luoshu.

Using the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams, we can surely deduce the murderer who killed his son.

He, Kunpeng, never delays in seeking revenge; whoever killed his son, he will make them pay with their blood.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away from Wuyi Mountain, Zhao Gongming looked at the corpse of the Peng bird and ordered the little black tiger to search it.

The little black tiger searched for a long time, but found nothing except some immortal herbs and spiritual roots.

"A penniless wretch."

Zhao Gongming curled his lip and casually unleashed a burst of magic power, instantly burning the Peng bird's corpse into dust.

Since the underworld has not yet been established, if a cultivator dies, then he is truly dead.

Furthermore, with the Mirror of Cause and Effect concealing cause and effect, he didn't believe that Kunpeng could really find him.

"Let's go, next stop, the spine of the primordial world, Mount Buzhou."

After traveling hundreds of thousands of miles with the little black tiger, Zhao Gongming suddenly stopped.

Driven by inertia, the little black tiger slammed hard into Zhao Gongming's back.

She bumped into something, creating a large bump, and looked at Zhao Gongming with a resentful expression.

Zhao Gongming ignored the little black tiger and instead checked the innate Ren water peach tree that the system had rewarded him with.

(End of this chapter)