Demon Pu was utterly dumbfounded. His mind was replaying the words Gu Qingfeng had spoken during their first encounter.
Back then, just after he had proposed teaming up to kill the Blood Demon, Gu Qingfeng had responded like this:
"Tsk tsk, Demon Pu, not to criticize you, but your thinking is quite twisted. The Blood Demon is your boss, and as his subordinate, how could you betray him? Tell you what, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said today, and don’t bring it up again. Also, I’ve always admired the Blood Demon’s overwhelming demonic might. Could you introduce me to him?"
So...
He was actually serious!!
He genuinely admired the Blood Demon!
No wonder, when asked to devour the Blood Divine Son, he not only slacked off but also made excuses. It was because, deep down, he held the Blood Demon in such high regard that he couldn’t bring himself to betray him.
Thinking this, everything clicked into place. All of Gu Qingfeng’s strange behavior in the past now had a reasonable explanation.
However, now that Demon Pu had figured it out, a bitter smile crept onto his face.
Because he suddenly remembered his Qiankun Ring and the two deceased grandmaster-level demons. What was all that for?!
"Ahem."
The Blood Demon let out a tactical cough. He was carefully choosing his words, trying to figure out how to tell Gu Qingfeng that Demon Pu wasn’t a traitor—that he, like Gu Qingfeng, was a loyal servant.
It wasn’t often that he encountered such a devoted subordinate. He still needed Gu Qingfeng’s human identity to obtain the remaining Blood Divine Sons. He couldn’t let his loyal follower feel unappreciated. Even though Gu Qingfeng’s loyalty might be beyond expectation and he might not need reassurance, as the boss, he still had to show his stance.
"Gu Qingfeng, actually, Demon Pu isn’t a traitor. He’s just..."
Before the Blood Demon could finish, Gu Qingfeng interrupted him, his face filled with disappointment: "Blood Demon, I know you’re sentimental and don’t want to face reality, but the truth is, Demon Pu is a scumbag! He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing, full of schemes, he’s... he’s not even human!"
Demon Pu: "???"
"Blood Demon, if you can’t bring yourself to do it, let me handle it!" Gu Qingfeng said, rolling up his sleeves, ready to take action.
The Blood Demon was stunned and quickly said, "Gu Qingfeng, calm down! Calm down! Demon Pu, explain it to him."
So Demon Pu hurriedly laid out the entire plan he and the Blood Demon had devised. Gu Qingfeng listened, his eyes widening in shock and his anger boiling over.
So he’d been fooled again?!
His plan had collided with theirs, turning everything into a complete mess.
He thought he could backstab Demon Pu, but who would’ve thought that Demon Pu and the Blood Demon were actually in cahoots?
"Gu Qingfeng, I know this is hard to accept, but our intentions were always for the sake of the Blood Demon..." Demon Pu said, seeing Gu Qingfeng lower his head, his body trembling slightly, thinking he couldn’t accept the truth.
"So, since we’re all on the same side, I hope you can understand."
Demon Pu added one last thing: "Also, don’t forget to return my Qiankun Ring later."
As soon as these words were spoken, Gu Qingfeng exploded! Not only had he been deceived, but now that he’d joined the Blood Demon’s faction, they still wanted him to return the Qiankun Ring?
Gu Qingfeng couldn’t take it anymore. Screw the plan, screw the Blood Demon at his peak—he was going to kill them right now!
In the next moment.
Gu Qingfeng suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with fury, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Abruptly, he pointed at Demon Pu and the Blood Demon, roaring, "I hate being lied to more than anything! But you bunch of despicable, shameless, filthy, deceitful scum from the Blood Demon Sect have fooled me over and over again! The Mirror Demon tricked me out of two copper coins, the Shadow Demon almost tricked me out of my body, and then there’s you, Demon Pu! You bastard, not a single word out of your mouth is true!"
"Gu Qingfeng, watch your words," the Blood Demon frowned, visibly displeased.
Hearing the Blood Demon speak, Gu Qingfeng’s anger only grew: "Watch my words, my ***! I haven’t even gotten to you yet! As the leader of the Blood Demon Sect, is this how you lead your subordinates? You’ve turned a proper demonic sect into a fraud ring! Aren’t you ashamed?
No wonder you got beaten like a dog two hundred years ago. Who wouldn’t want to punch you bunch of liars when they see you?"
The Blood Demon was first stunned and bewildered by Gu Qingfeng’s tirade, but his expression quickly darkened, like a storm cloud.
"Gu Qingfeng!" the Blood Demon bellowed, a terrifying, almost tangible aura erupting from him. In an instant, the air pressure in the entire underground palace seemed to drop.
The Blood Demon hated nothing more than being reminded of what happened two hundred years ago—it was a deep-seated pain in his heart.
As the saying goes, don’t hit a man where it hurts, but Gu Qingfeng’s words had struck the Blood Demon’s most vulnerable spot.
"Don’t think that just because you risked your life to deliver the Blood Divine Son, you can act arrogantly. I’ll give you one last chance..."
"To hell with your *** chance," Gu Qingfeng, now in a rage, cut him off. "You’re giving me a chance? Hah, earlier I was in a good mood and let you say whatever you wanted, but now I’m not happy. Tell me, what are you?
You didn’t actually think I came here to join you, did you? You’re really as ugly as you are delusional. I came here just to see what the once-mighty Blood Demon has become—a stray dog hiding in a kennel, scamming people! Hah, now I’ve seen it. I’ve seen an old dog who only dares to lie in his doghouse!"
"Gu Qingfeng!!"
The Blood Demon let out an earth-shaking roar, the terrifying sound waves instantly spreading through the underground palace. The previously still air was now filled with a fierce gust of wind, causing the entire palace to tremble, with stones and debris falling from the ceiling.
"Die!"
The Blood Demon raised his hand, a horrifying surge of energy gathering in his palm, like thunderclouds gathering before a storm.
In the next moment, a colossal blood-red hand, vast enough to blot out the sky, came crashing down toward Gu Qingfeng.
Seeing the overwhelming force of this strike, Gu Qingfeng’s anger suddenly dissipated, and his mood brightened instantly.
But just as the palm was about to hit him, a figure in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the attack.
It was Demon Pu!
After taking the blow, Demon Pu spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly severely injured.
But he paid no attention to his wounds, instead urgently trying to calm the enraged Blood Demon: "Blood Demon, you can’t kill Gu Qingfeng. He’s the Devouring Demon Body—the key to your ascension to godhood!"
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