Though they were both at the Samsara Stage, the gap between them was enormous. They were practically not existences on the same level at all.
Those two men and one woman had "only" cultivated for several hundred years. To the slow-maturing Kun Peng, they were still within the younger generation, roughly equivalent to humans in their twenties.
Such "tender" young Kun Peng, though they had broken through to the Samsara Stage, had only barely advanced. Their strength was not considered powerful at this level; they possessed merely 0.8 Human Yuan Power, comparable to the Blue Robed Old Man of Dao Sect.
By comparison, Kun Peng Zi was a heavenly prodigy rarely seen in a thousand years. His strength was equivalent to 1.5 Human Yuanzi.
The gap between the two sides was obvious, which was why this crushing situation had appeared.
"You barely broke through to the Samsara Stage, and that gave you the confidence to provoke me? Ridiculous!"
Staring at the pale-faced man, Kun Peng Zi's expression turned cold. It had been a long time since he had attacked anyone in the race. A piece of trash he had once suppressed to death had gone to go further in cultivation, and now thought he could contend with him?
He probably can't even see how much he's worth!
"Kun Peng Zi, he merely spoke too quickly for a moment. Don't hold it against him."
The female Kun Peng stepped forward, a gentle smile blooming on her beautiful cheeks as she tried to calm Kun Peng Zi's anger.
"Mm? Then how about I hold it against you instead?"
Kun Peng Zi gave her no face at all. Divine light burst from his eyes as he stared at the female Kun Peng, his aura pressing toward her and making the latter's pretty face