"Ngh!"
Pei Yufeng tried to cry out, but his mouth was instantly filled with cold gravel and dirt. The murky air choked him, making it impossible to breathe.
He struggled with all his might to get up, only to discover with horror that a large, iron-hard, ice-cold hand was clamped onto the back of his head. No matter how much strength he exerted, he couldn't move an inch!
'How is this possible...'
'How is this possible?!'
'Chu Fan is just some young punk who recently entered the Divine Power Realm. How could he be this strong?!'
'Didn't they say he only managed to block Princess Zhaohua's sword strike because he used a powerful Ancient Treasure?'
'Why is he so terrifyingly powerful?'
A low, bestial roar rumbled in Pei Yufeng's throat. Humiliation and indignation threatened to burst from his chest.
