I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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As soon as Wu Hua heard Kunpeng’s yelling, he became anxious: “Junior Brother Kunpeng, quit! All the disciples of the non-divine rank of Rakshasam are listening, no one, without my order, is not allowed to join the battle!”

He knew that Kunpeng might have the ability to fight against disciples of the gods, and he had fought Ge Hong, a person with a junior level of gods cultivation, and he had seen it with his own eyes.

But he was not sure that the Kunpeng trio could fight against the Shushan League disciples of the ninth rank of God. They are outstanding players among the future disciples of the Rakshasa Gate that he is optimistic about, and they cannot be allowed to die in the Shushan League.

In addition, now he is too busy to take care of himself, where can he clone to protect other people.

What’s more, the three of Kunpeng played, and other non-God-rank disciples of the Rakshasamen must also play. Many disciples of the Rakshasamen might be killed on the spot by the god-rank disciples of the Shushan League. What a loss this will cause, Wu Hua cannot bear this responsibility.

Therefore, he must stop this crazy Kunpeng.

But he was worried that he could not stop the Kunpeng trio. After all, these three men were not low in strength and powerful in combat, and they were a little willful in doing things, which seemed to him to be willful. Of course, they also have capricious capital. Their post-Taipei Yin Dadi is hard enough, and even the head Qiu Yang dare not offend him.

In a hurry, he jumped up and passed through the crowd. Even if those Shushan disciples attacked him with the light of spiritual power, he couldn’t take care of avoiding it. Arrows flew toward the kitchen window. He had to be in Kunpeng III. Stop people when they have not yet entered the battle circle.

Otherwise, once they enter the battle circle, he might not be able to stop them, and other Shushan disciples will definitely take the opportunity to besie them.

Kunpeng naturally saw Wu Hua’s movements and guessed his purpose.

But he also saw the light of spiritual power that those Shushan disciples hit against Wu Hua. In the process of flying towards him, Wu Hua was fast enough and did not make any defense at all. So when he came to the kitchen window, he was already injured.

“Sorry, big brother, you shouldn’t fly towards us.” Kunpeng sighed, pretending to be guilty and said.

In fact, he really wanted to say that, in order for the Luoshamen to increase their hatred of the Shushan League, someone must be injured or killed. Now that Wu Hua is injured, he will definitely hate the Shushan League too. He used Wu Hua as the medium, and Wu Hua himself treated them very well, so he still felt ashamed of Wu Hua in his heart.

“It’s okay, I’m okay. As long as you haven’t dispatched, I’ll be successful.” Wu Hua said, but gradually became weak.

“It’s not good, big brother is going to die.” Huang Rong and Mei Chaofeng shouted immediately, first to increase the hatred of the Luoshamen people towards the Shushan League, and secondly, they wanted to cause greater riots.

If Wu Hua really has something to do, the other disciples of the Rakshasa Gate may be desperate, then the Shushan League disciples may also kill them, and kill all they can, lest they have revenge in the future.

The effect was as they expected. When many disciples of Luoshamen heard about Wu Hua’s bad news, they became angry. Divine rank disciples attacked with all their strength, and non-divine rank disciples were thrown into the battlefield one after another.

In the canteen, flesh and blood flew suddenly, screaming again and again.

Not only did the disciples of the Raksha Gate not be killed, but also the disciples of the Shushan League were encircled and suppressed by the disciples of the Raksha Gate. Of course, the Rakshasamen suffered the most damage. Even the disciples of the gods were all scarred, and two or three had fallen to the ground and awaited death.