"Did that feel good?"
Of course it did!
Hong Yun had wanted to beat Kunpeng up for ages.
But that old bird was terrified of dying. At the slightest hint of trouble, he hid in his lair in the North Sea. Whenever Hong Yun went out with Zhen Yuanzi, he never even caught a glimpse of Kunpeng.
And with the Laws of speed on his side, nobody could stop him.
Now that Hong Yun had finally vented millions of years of resentment, how could it not feel good?
"Hm? That voice..."
Hong Yun froze at the sound. After throwing one more punch, he immediately retreated toward the sky, trying to put some distance between himself and Kunpeng.
But Kunpeng had already recovered from the explosion of the Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd. It was too late for Hong Yun to escape.
Kunpeng effortlessly shattered the force of Hong Yun's punch and closed in. He stuck to Hong Yun like a shadow. When Hong Yun looked up, he met Kunpeng's eagle eyes, utterly devoid of emotion.
"Now it's my turn!"
Kunpeng's grim voice sounded beside Hong Yun's ear. Alarm bells rang in Hong Yun's mind, and he retreated even faster.
But his body was broken, and the gourd's destruction had badly injured his Primordial Spirit as well. With both body and spirit wounded, he could not bring his full strength to bear, no matter how desperately he wanted to flee.
Damn it! Looks like I won't get away today! Hong Yun had vented his anger, but now, watching Kunpeng bear down on him, he was filled with regret.
Before, the Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd had barely let him hold his own against Kunpeng. Now the gourd was gone and his body was broken. How could he fight?
In the past, he would