Father King, Does Your Face Hurt?

In Long Wangu's impression, Kun Jiuxiao had always been an arrogant, haughty, overbearing figure who feared neither heaven nor earth.

After all, he was the leader of the Ancient Ten Fierce Beasts, the patriarch of the Kunpeng Race. He had the confidence and the qualifications.

But now...

Kun Jiuxiao, this cocky bastard, wore a fawning expression, looking exactly like a lackey...

In all these years, this was the first time he had seen Kun Jiuxiao like this.

At this moment,

when Kun Cangming saw his father king directly admit defeat and spare no effort in buttering up the Sect Master, he lifted his chin slightly, looking smug and proud.

"Hmph hmph."

"Father King, now you know to flatter the Esteemed Sect Master and cling to his thigh for all you're worth?"

"Who was it that just called me a little bastard and said I had disgraced the entire Kunpeng Race?"

"Now the slaps on your face are ringing loud and clear, huh?"

"Just tell me, does your face hurt?"

Kun Cangming thought smugly.

The Great Elder of the Kui Niu Clan and all the Kui Niu Clan members were also somewhat stunned and bewildered.

"The Sect Master is truly awesome. Even the lofty, arrogant, invincible patriarch of the Kunpeng Race can only lower his head and obediently flatter the Sect Master."

They marveled inwardly.

After hearing Kun Jiuxiao's words, the corner of Lin Feng's mouth twitched slightly.

This guy was not only perceptive, but also a shameless flatterer.

As the saying went: clothes may be pierced in a thousand places, but flattery never wears through.

Though this left Lin Feng somewhat speechless, his attitude toward Kun Jiuxiao grew a little less cold.

Then, Lin Feng slowly shifted his gaze toward Long Wangu.

Long Wangu's scalp immediately went numb, his