Liu Bai slowly raised his head and looked at her.
Those pitch-black eyes were as calm as an ancient well, yet the gray-robed old woman sensed a danger within them that made her heart tremble.
"I don't know you, and it seems I've never offended you. Yet you came to offend me?"
The gray-robed old woman's face turned livid. She opened her mouth, wanting to retort, only to find that something seemed lodged in her throat. She could not force out a single word.
Liu Bai was right. From beginning to end, it had been the Bai Clan mocking him and taking the initiative to provoke him. The other side had not even said much.
But accustomed to throwing her weight around in Holy Pill City, how could she lower her head before some brat?
"Youngster, you—"
Before she could finish, Liu Bai moved.
Without any warning, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared before the gray-robed old woman.
He was so fast that few present could see him clearly. Only Elder Sheng and Han Li's pupils contracted slightly!
The gray-robed old woman's expression changed drastically. Dou Qi surged wildly within her as she prepared to defend herself.
However, it was too late.
Liu Bai raised his hand and threw a punch.
As the fist drew near, the gray-robed old woman felt a deadly danger. That oppressive sensation made the Dou Qi in her body seem to freeze for an instant.
"Boom—!"
Violent fist force erupted. The gray-robed old woman flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing viciously into a wall several yards away. She spat out a mouthful of blood, then slid limply to the ground, her aura weakened to the extreme.
One punch.
Just one punch.
A Dou Zong-level expert had been sent flying just