"Then let me tell you right now."
Feng Wuchen's lips curled into a mocking cold smile, speaking as he suddenly darted forward.
"Boom!"
"Pfft!"
The abrupt attack caught Wang Feng off guard. Though he sensed it, it was too late to evade. With a resounding explosion, the overwhelming force shook Wang Feng, causing him to cough up blood as his body was sent flying, violently crashing into the ornate wooden shelves meant for storing treasures.
"Such speed! This man's strength is unfathomable; I can't even discern his cultivation level. And yet, he dares to strike within the Guild." Yang Qingwu's brows furrowed slightly again, secretly shocked by Feng Wuchen's immense power.
It must be noted that Wang Feng was already at the Heavenly Monarch early-stage realm, yet Feng Wuchen managed to make him spit blood with a single punch. This meant his strength was at least at the Heavenly Monarch level.
