Three Days Without a Beating and He'll Tear the Roof Tiles Off

A month ago, Kong Ci had gone berserk in a secret realm in the Far West Land. Tu Yuan had pinned him to the ground and rubbed him into the dirt over and over, after which Lu Bei had plucked out his tail feathers, leaving him a peacock with a bald backside.

Once one's cultivation reached the Deity Transformation stage, severed limbs could be regrown. Kong Ci was at the Mahayana Stage, so after recuperating for a few days, all his tail feathers had grown back.

The new tail feathers lacked the foundation of the Five Elements and needed a great deal of time to nurture. Kong Ci's abilities were incomplete, and his strength had declined considerably. He had just been embroiled in another bitter battle, defeating the formidable Liu Zi only through the Artistic Conception of Unity of Heaven and Man. After all those twists and turns, he was far from his prime.

That punch lacked momentum, with most of its power coming from the bonus of his roar. It was clearly strong on the outside but weak within.

Flimsy.

Lu Bei sat in the hall with a broad, imposing air. Imitating the peacock's style, he shamelessly held the hands of two beauties while waiting for the Xiangliu Clan's reinforcements.

He had not waited for a snake. Instead, another peacock had arrived.

What should I do? Should I keep pretending to be his father?

That did not seem quite right. He had heard that Kong Ji's paternal authority at home was feeble. He was a core member of the Alliance of Those Whose Fathers Caused Them Grief. As a father, Kong Ji was treated at home as less than even his own grandson.

While he was distracted, a fist the size of a sandbag smashed fiercely into his face.