Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood with his hands behind his back, his golden hair flowing wildly. His gaze was intimidating, exuding an aura of supreme dominance and exerting an overwhelming pressure on everyone present.
"Why must Brother Peng do this?" The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King blocked the way.
With killing intent as sharp as a blade, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's words were cold, "I've given him a choice. Leave the Profound Yellow Root, and he can leave alive; otherwise, I'll take it myself, and his corpse won't be intact!"
"Golden-Winged Little Peng King, don't go too far!" Tu Fei rebuked, also barring the way.
"What can you do if I go too far?!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's pupils were as sharp as knives, his gaze piercing to the bone, enveloping Tu Fei with killing intent.
This was a person who would turn his back on family and friends, valuing only his own will above all else. Once he made a decision, no one could stop him.
