The entire bar fell deathly silent.
Everyone froze where they stood, staring dumbstruck at the scene before them, their minds completely blank.
Too fast!
It had been far too fast!
From the moment Chu Jiang made his move to Sun Peng being sent flying with grievous injuries, only a single breath had passed. They had not even seen Chu Jiang's movements clearly!
That was Sun Peng!
A king-blooded genius at the initial King stage, the prized disciple of the second elder!
Yet he had been sent flying with a single slap? He had not even been given a chance to fight back?
As Ye Lanxian watched the scene unfold, a flicker of amusement passed through her beautiful eyes. Not only was she not angry, she found it immensely satisfying. She had long found Sun Peng unpleasant to look at, buzzing around like a fly every day. It was good for him to suffer a little and learn that there were always greater people beyond people, higher heavens beyond heavens.
Su Qingyuan was also briefly stunned. Then she helplessly rubbed her forehead, though an almost imperceptible trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
The golden armor on Sun Peng belonged to a newly developed combat suit. Even a high-stage King would need to put in some effort to break through its defenses, yet Chu Jiang had produced such power with no more than a flick of his finger.
Moreover, that area could not be repaired. With the armor shattered, it had already become scrap, its value greatly diminished.
And that was with him holding back. Otherwise, Sun Peng would already have been a corpse.
Her gaze swept over Sun Peng on the ground and the followers behind him.
"If Mr. Chu had not shown mercy, would you still be alive now?"