Liu Changsheng lay on the ground, groaning in pain, utterly stunned, struggling to find words to express his inner shock.
For with just that one strike, it was clear that Li Fei's skills absolutely surpassed the Martial God, which was something highly improbable.
Despite Liu Changsheng's disbelief, this was indeed an undeniable fact; otherwise, there was no way Li Fei could have knocked him away.
With the tip of his sword against the ground, he supported his aching body and staggered to his feet. To be honest, he had never experienced such a crushing defeat before, today's incident was the first.
Liu Changsheng had always been the one to teach others a lesson; he never expected to end up in such a humiliating state today, like a drowned rat.
"Are you the Martial God?" After standing up, he asked the question in his heart, panting heavily, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
