Chapter 1868

Taiyi heard Di Jun say this, and he immediately felt remorse.

Generally, great experts act on impulse, relying solely on fate; how much more so in this Honghuang, where countless experts lie hidden, and above the Dao of Heaven stands the Dao of Heaven.

The experts of Zixiao Palace are too numerous to count; if all these Dao-of-Heaven experts were to act for pay, this Honghuang would surely descend into chaos.

"Hah!"

Luo Fu had originally intended to give Di Jun and Taiyi a chance, but now that Di Jun had spoken thus, Luo Fu would not let him bleed a little, he could not quell the anger in his heart.

He saw Luo Fu's expression change, and knew it was bad.

"Your Excellency, please calm down, we…"

"Cut off one of the Jin Wu's wings, and I shall spare your lives—take your artifacts and flee as far as you can!"

When Luo Fu spoke these words, everyone present—including Kunpeng lying on the ground—were struck with horror.

The Jin Wu's wings carry Solar True Fire, the most precious thing to our demonic race; wings may be severed in battle, but one must never humiliate oneself by cutting them off to escape.

Yet now, the lives of these three men hung entirely on Di Jun's pair of wings.

Kunpeng could not move; if he could, without hesitation he would have rushed to help.

As long as they could survive, that was enough; what they feared most was having no chance to survive at all—Luo Fu had offered them a chance, and under such a terrifying great expert, they could only flee.

A gentleman takes ten years to repay a grudge; how much more so for the beings of this Honghuang?

After much inner turmoil, Di Jun resolved to sever his Jin Wu wings with Solar True Fire.

Once one of the Jin Wu wings was severed, Di Jun's entire waist instantly went numb; Solar True Fire burned and danced wildly upon the severed wing.

"Your Excellency?"

"I keep my word. Go."

Since Luo Fu had spoken, even the Twelve Ancestral Wus, however unwilling, had to let them go.

When Di Jun and Taiyi, carrying Kunpeng, soared into the sky, they harshly uttered a final threat.

"Di Jiang, we of the Yao Court remember this grudge! The Yao Court will never let this go! The day of retribution is not far off!"

Di Jun's voice echoed through the air, through the Fire Cloud Cave.

Hongyun, upon hearing it, was utterly stunned; yet he also understood that this great expert had saved him, and so had the Twelve Ancestral Wus.

Hongyun came to his senses and bowed to Luo Fu in thanks: "This humble Daoist, Hongyun, thanks you, Daoist friend, for saving me. Should you ever need Hongyun's aid in the future, I shall brave fire and water without hesitation."

Luo Fu waved him off without speaking, leaving all matters to Di Jiang of the Wu Clan to handle.

But Luo Fu also knew that Hongyun faced only two paths: the Yao Clan sought his death; the Wu Clan was his only way out.

In this Honghuang, only the Wu and Yao Clans were evenly matched in strength; if one did not join the Yao Clan, one must join the Wu Clan.