The humiliation in those words was as plain as day, and anyone could see it all too clearly.
Zhang Shaojiu's complexion flushed an unnatural, deep crimson, and his dark eyes burned with resentment and rage, resembling a volcano about to erupt.
His full-strength strike had only bought him such a breezy, mocking remark in Zhou Chen's eyes.
When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
"Clatter..."
The surrounding disciples wore expressions of utter shock, as if they were meeting Zhou Chen for the very first time.
Who would have thought that Senior Brother Zhou, who barely had any presence within the Martial Arts Hall, would shatter their understanding the moment he threw a single strike?
Lian Taoze, who had just suppressed the churning Blood Vitality in his chest, stared with wide eyes, looking at Zhou Chen as if he had seen a ghost.
He never expected that after breaking through to the Second-Rank Martial Artist realm, Zhou Chen would easily suppress Zhang Shaojiu, who was using the Crimson Ring Art.
A smile crept onto the corner of Ye Lingtian's mouth, and he wondered what he was thinking. His eyes seemed to carry a trace of appreciation and admiration as he muttered in a voice so quiet no one could hear, "Not bad. When that girl finds out, she'll probably be quite surprised. To think such a talent could crawl out of a place like this."
As for Sun Yingying, who had been dying to see Zhou Chen make a fool of herself down below, she stood there in a daze, as if she had lost her soul.
That pretty face was painted with pallor and disbelief.
If the news of Zhou Chen breaking through to the Second-Rank Martial Artist realm just moments ago had been enough to shock her, then Zhou