How Could This Slap in the Face Have Come So Fast?

"Young Master, Young Master... what am I supposed to say about you? How could you degrade yourself like this and become some Human Race's mount?"

"Now it's perfect. In front of that old bastard Long Tengyun, I can't even say a word. The entire Kunpeng Race has lost all face because of you!"

Kun Shidi muttered, feeling incomparably stifled inside.

He had never imagined that the Young Master would actually be reduced to a mount!

And to make matters worse, he had been seen by Long Tengyun, an elder of their sworn enemy, the True Dragon Clan.

Just ask—wasn't that utterly humiliating?

He was so angry that his vision swam!

"Long Tengyun, you old bastard! How dare you slander, defame, and insult the Kunpeng Race?!"

"Today, I'll kill you!!"

Kun Shidi turned his spearhead toward Long Tengyun. With a flick of his sleeve, an incomparably domineering, boundlessly terrifying, invincible aura swept toward him and crushed down upon him.

No matter what, he had to shut Long Tengyun's mouth today. Otherwise, the entire Kunpeng Race would become famous among all races!

Of course, infamous!!

However...

Before that oppressive aura could even reach Long Tengyun, Long Tengyun let out a light shout.

"Break!"

It was as though his words had become law. A stream of golden true dragon power swept out from his body, casually wiping away the pressure Kun Shidi had unleashed.

"Kun Shidi, I advise you not to waste your effort. Our strengths are evenly matched. You can't do anything to me."

"You and your Young Master should just stay in this Human Race sect and be mounts properly."

"Actually, it isn't bad. Your Kunpeng Race can be considered to have pioneered something unprecedented through the ages—the first of its kind throughout eternity."

Long Tengyun said with a faint smile.