Lin Feng was stunned.
Completely stunned.
He didn’t even react; by the time he came to his senses, he had already fallen headfirst into the ground.
Who am I? Where am I? What happened?
Lin Feng was utterly bewildered.
Not just him; Peng Ling and Peng Fei were also dazed, their faces filled with shock.
“Lin Lang?” Peng Ling’s pretty face turned pale.
In Peng Ling's eyes, Lin Feng was an invincible figure among the younger generation.
Even her brother, Peng Fei, couldn’t suppress Lin Feng.
Yet now, Lin Feng had been sent flying by that white-clad youth with a single punch.
“Is that the Jun family’s divine son?” A hint of seriousness appeared in Peng Fei's eyes.
If he couldn’t suppress Lin Feng, how could Jun Xiaoyao crush him so easily?
Didn’t that mean Peng Fei was also inferior to Jun Xiaoyao?
“Lin Feng, your greatest value is to be harvested by me,” Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.