Kong Ji immediately bowed and paid his respects. The speed and precision of his movement left Lu Bei utterly speechless.
The last time he had been this speechless was also the last time.
"Vermilion Bird, have you gone mad? I'm your enemy."
"Strangers become friends through fighting. Brother has the bearing of a Monster Emperor, and this little brother accepts his defeat wholeheartedly."
"..."
So the First Generation Monster Emperor and the prime minister were cut from the same cloth. Bah, shameless.
Lu Bei had a grip on Weng Chong's neck. He could neither loosen it nor let go. After pondering for a moment, he clenched his five fingers into a fist and punched straight out.
The void exploded with a thunderous crack. Kong Ji neither dodged nor evaded, flying backward and crashing into a stretch of darkness.
Lu Bei dropped Weng Chong, stepped into the void, caught up with Kong Ji, and battered him with fists and kicks. The latter took the blows without fighting back. After a few moves, Lu Bei lost interest.
It was utterly pointless.
"Little—little brother!"
"Big brother."
"..."
Fine. Let it be this way!
Kong Ji's sliding-kneel was absurdly outrageous. Though cultivation really was like this, it did not match the image Lu Bei had of him: one of the Four Symbols, the Vermilion Bird, bearer of the Peacock bloodline, master of the Five Elements Five Colors Great Divine Ability, possessing an Immortal Body...
Especially that aura of domination with nowhere to vent. He had clearly been no ordinary man, yet suddenly he had knelt.
You wouldn't happen to be an expert at wielding a halberd, would you?
Lu Bei wore a look of disgust, while Kong Ji stared straight ahead. His face was honest and sincere, emphasizing one thing above all: loyalty.
Kong