CLANG!

With a deafening sound, the Peng Bird was intercepted by a Spiritual Energy Wall less than ten zhang from Mo Qi.

"You young whelp of the Demon Race, isn’t a sneak attack a bit much?"

The ones who had acted were the Immortals from the Hall of Envoys.

They had joined forces to erect layer upon layer of defenses, guarding Mo Qi at the center of their formation.

Only two duels had taken place, and they were still counting on Mo Qi for the remaining eight.

Therefore, in this situation, they were more nervous about Mo Qi’s safety than anyone else.

Unless it was during an official duel, where they couldn’t interfere, they would never allow any harm to come to Mo Qi.

Mo Qi himself was well aware of this, which was why he dared to ignore the Peng Bird’s attack after finishing off the Minotaur.

"You dare to stop me?!" the Peng Bird roared.

"They say the Demon Race has the straightest spine and values righteousness above all. Seeing you today, I’m afraid that might not be the case," Granny Jin Hua sneered, holding her Dragon Head Walking Stick.

"Don’t give me that nonsense about the Demon Race’s honor! Get out of my way!" The Peng Bird was not buying it, its attitude growing even more hostile.

The main reason was that it had seen Mo Qi put away the Minotaur’s corpse.

Not only had its best friend been killed, but his body had also been taken by a human.

The Peng Bird’s fury surged, especially when it remembered Mo Qi mentioning he wanted to make beef bone soup.

It would never allow the Minotaur to be desecrated even in death.

"Hand over Niu Tou’s body!" the Peng Bird shrieked, staring daggers at Mo Qi.

"He’s my spoils of war. Why should I give him to you?" Mo Qi asked with a smile.

"There is no ’why’! Just hand him over!" If looks could kill, Mo Qi would have been killed by the Peng Bird countless times already.

Mo Qi looked at the Peng Bird as if it were an idiot.

’I’m supposed to hand it over just because you say so?’

’Who do you think you are?’

’Think the whole world has to indulge you?’

"You yourselves proposed the duels, and that bull was the one who said our physical battle would be to the death. Since it was a deathmatch, he lost, which naturally makes him my spoils of war. If you don’t even understand something so simple, you should go home and suckle on your mother’s teat for another two years!"

Mo Qi’s words were merciless, even bordering on personal attacks.

How could the Peng Bird possibly endure this?

Just then, Bai Fa, the youth from the Demon Race, spoke up. "Stop making a fool of yourself. Get back here!"

The Peng Bird stiffened, turned its head, and said with a sorrowful expression, "Boss, Niu Tou is dead!"

"His strength was lacking, yet he was arrogant enough to underestimate his opponent. Losing his life was his own fault; no one else is to blame," Bai Fa said in a cold tone.

"Boss, you..." The Peng Bird was in disbelief. How could its boss say something like that!

’Did Niu Tou just die for nothing?’

The Peng Bird refused to accept it!

It turned its gaze to the Wolf Demon, seeking help.

However, the Wolf Demon made no move.

"Little Peng, do you still not understand? This trial deep within human territory is not a game!" Bai Fa continued. "Forget the potential race war in the future; even the Demon Spirit Battlefield we’ll soon face will be far more brutal than this."

"Right now, you have two choices. Either get back here and stay put, or let your strength do the talking and fight that human to take back what you want yourself!"

After a pause, Bai Fa sent a telepathic reminder, "But don’t forget, we have a different target!"

Hearing this, the Peng Bird’s body trembled, and it couldn’t help but look toward Liu Ruyan.

’That’s right, she’s the target!’

’But before that, I must avenge Niu Tou!’

"Human brat, I challenge you to a duel—also to the death!" The Peng Bird retracted its wings, landed, and transformed into a young man with an aquiline nose.

Mo Qi silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The Chaos Scripture had stated: Golden-Winged Roc, a descendant of the Ancient Divine Beast, the Three-legged Golden Crow. Possesses a mutated bloodline and the ability of extreme speed. (The meat is exquisite—firm yet moist. An essential ingredient for sacred banquets in ancient times!)

’It’s practically a walking delicacy!’

’Get in my pot!’

The Peng Bird’s proposal of a deathmatch was exactly what Mo Qi had hoped for.

He couldn’t wait for the Peng Bird to fight him to the death, as he was already debating whether to steam the great bird or roast it over a fire.

"Human brat, do you dare accept my challenge?" the Peng Bird demanded, glaring at Mo Qi.

Mo Qi nodded absently. After learning that the great bird was a Golden-Winged Roc, he had the Chaos Scripture scan the remaining Demon Beasts as well.

Turtle: Armored Profound Turtle, descendant of the Four Directions Divine Beast, the Black Tortoise. Its bloodline is thin but pure. Specializes in the Dao of defense. A superior ingredient.

Blue-haired, muscular youth: Three-headed Thunder Lion, born with an affinity for lightning and skilled at borrowing the Power of Thunder. Mutated bloodline, extremely aggressive. A top-grade ingredient.

Bai Fa: Silver Moon Wolf, also known as the Shadow Wolf King. Possesses powerful innate talent, is cunning and devious, has a tyrannical physical body, and astonishing endurance. Excels at sneak attacks and wars of attrition. Powerful and well-balanced in all aspects. A top-grade ingredient.

Wolf Demon: Silver Moon Wolf... A top-grade ingredient.

Influenced by Mo Qi, the Chaos Scripture now added an evaluation as a food ingredient after listing the characteristics of any living thing.

"A turtle, a big cat, and two dogs... SLURP!"

Mo Qi felt like he was about to start drooling.

If even the Chaos Scripture rated them as superior and top-grade ingredients, then there was no doubt about it.

"The ingredients are lining up to deliver themselves to my door. Now that’s what I call excellent service!" Mo Qi murmured, rubbing his fingers, which were itching for a fight.

He wished he could set up a stove right now and cook a feast of Medicinal Cuisine.

"What are you talking about?! What ingredients?" The Peng Bird furrowed its brow.

It actually had a guess, but it didn’t dare believe Mo Qi would be audacious enough to view them all as prey.

Mo Qi snapped back to reality and waved his hand. Looking at the Peng Bird as if it were a precious treasure, he smiled and said, "Don’t sweat the details. Go on, are you proposing the duel’s content, or am I?"

The Peng Bird felt a chill run down its spine from Mo Qi’s gaze.

It had a bad feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

But then it thought about the gap between its own power and Mo Qi’s, and it calmed down.

"You propose it. But let’s get one thing straight: no Sword Technique," the Peng Bird said coldly.

The corners of Mo Qi’s mouth curled up slightly. ’I was waiting for you to say that.’

According to the information provided by the Chaos Scripture, the Golden-Winged Roc’s greatest strength was its speed.

If nothing unexpected happened, the Golden-Winged Roc would surely have challenged him to a contest of speed.

The Golden-Winged Roc had already shown off a little in front of everyone.

Mo Qi knew that although he possessed the Nine Transformations into Spirit Body, he couldn’t match the Golden-Winged Roc in terms of speed.

Therefore, for Mo Qi, if he wanted to win all his matches, he had to take the Golden-Winged Roc’s life in this very first bout.

Luckily, this big bird was obsessed with saving face and hadn’t proposed the duel’s content first.

Mo Qi thought for a moment. He had originally planned to have the Pig Emperor step up for the third match in an eating contest, but now it seemed the plan needed a slight adjustment.

"Big bird, how about we compete in an eating contest?"

The Golden-Winged Roc was stunned. Not just him—everyone present was stunned, with no exception for the Immortal Ancestors of the Feng Family and the Liu Family.