At this moment, everyone looked incredulously at Captain Duomeng, then incredulously at Sikong Jing, whose feet had not moved an inch.
With one slap, he had actually sent an Eastern Tyrant captain flying?
It had been perfectly normal for Sikong Jing to slap Yang Li flying at the Tyrant Soul Secret Academy before, because she had truly been utter trash.
But although Captain Duomeng was not particularly strong, he could not exactly be called trash either.
Just as the entire venue fell silent... Boom!
A violent battle body aura exploded fiercely from a table strewn with food and wine. Captain Duomeng shot skyward with the power of his battle body, then stared fixedly at Sikong Jing from midair.
His entire face was twisted to the extreme, and his head and body were covered in fragrant dishes and wine.
Captain Duomeng's face still burned with pain, while his heart felt as though it had been stabbed through.
If he did not kill this Sky Wolf squad member before him today, how could he continue to survive in the Eastern Tyrant Branch?
He had been slapped flying—sent flying by a single slap from an Eastern Plains little bastard. It was humiliation beyond measure. Captain Duomeng raised his sword wildly at Sikong Jing and let out a furious roar, "Eastern Plains little bastard, I'll kill you!"
As soon as the words fell, regardless of the situation around him and regardless of whether Wan Tonghui or Yang Li would stop him, he transformed into a rainbow streak and charged forth again.
Sikong Jing watched Captain Duomeng's Sword Qi blaze like a rainbow. The power of his consciousness sea merged with his true qi, gradually releasing the aura of true qi at the Fifth Reverse Soul Realm. In his eyes, Captain Duomeng's speed instantly slowed.