Zhao Wuji, who had been looked down on, was thoroughly enraged.
He did not use Soul Power or his Martial Soul. His whole body suddenly leaped up, and he jumped straight toward Xiao Feng and the others. Zhao Wuji swung his massive fist and smashed it toward Xiao Feng.
Seeing Zhao Wuji bearing down on them so fiercely, Ning Rongrong hurriedly dodged aside, while Xiao Feng and the four people behind him did not move at all.
The corners of Xiao Feng's mouth lifted into an excited smile. Madness spilled from his eyes. His body sank slightly, and his right hand drew back to his waist. From the look of it, he intended to meet Zhao Wuji head-on.
That scene shocked Ning Rongrong and Oscar off to the side.
"Damn, this guy's really hard-headed. He dares to go head-to-head with Teacher Zhao? Isn't that just asking to die?"
The next second!
Boom!!!
Zhao Wuji's fist and Xiao Feng's fist collided in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, a powerful shockwave surged out!
After the brief impact, Zhao Wuji was sent flying. In the end, he landed on the ground and staggered back several steps.
Over the years, Xiao Feng's physical constitution had long since been tempered through unique methods until it was comparable to that of an ordinary Soul Saint, so facing Zhao Wuji, he naturally was not intimidated in the slightest.
On the other side, feeling the recoil force coming from his fist, Zhao Wuji was incomparably shocked inside. Because in that punch, he had come out worse. At this moment, his fist was trembling faintly. If not for the fact that he could not swallow his pride, he would already have stopped.
*Damn it, what's this kid's background? I actually lost out in a contest