Liang Fei's seemingly casual slap was like swatting away an annoying fly buzzing above his head, sending the masked leader flying outwards.
"Ah!" After opposing Liang Fei with a palm strike, the masked leader felt as if all his bones had been shattered, emitting a miserable scream.
Furthermore, he had thought that a punch thrown with all his might would at least block Liang Fei.
But unexpectedly, a casual wave of Liang's hand sent him spinning through the air like a wilted leaf caught in a whirlwind. After several flips, he crashed heavily to the ground.
This palm strike from Liang Fei was already enough for him. With the added force from the fall, it meant double trouble. He howled in pain and eventually passed out from the agony.
The assassins, whose acupoints had been struck by Liang Fei, watched the scene with wide-open eyes. They couldn't believe that the person they revered as a deity was so effortlessly defeated by Liang Fei!