"Zhang Zhilong was slapped flying away."
"My goodness, that kid is that powerful?"
"Zhang Zhilong is a Martial Master Second Level, yet he was slapped away like that. What is this kid's cultivation level?"
Around them, cries of disbelief rang out.
Before this, almost no one had faith in Lin Feng. They all thought Lin Feng would end up half-dead after Zhang Zhilong struck, but there was a dramatic turn of events.
"Ah, my face!"
Zhang Zhilong fell to the ground, covering his face, letting out an extremely wretched scream.
Blood was still seeping from his mouth and nose. Just a moment ago, he had been haughty and arrogant, but in the blink of an eye, Lin Feng slapped him to a near death state; it was indeed full of drama.
Zhang Zhihuang's expression suddenly darkened, and he sneered, saying, "No wonder you dared to challenge me. You do have some skills, but do you think with your current cultivation level you can show off in front of me? You are sorely mistaken."