Chen Gang swung a slap at Qin Hao, his eyes full of vicious intent. Yet the next second, the figure before him seemed to flicker...
As though teleporting.
Qin Hao suddenly rose from where he had been leaning against the stone pillar. At the same time, Chen Gang felt a pain in his calf.
This was nothing like the pain of an ordinary blow. It felt as though a steel needle had plunged deep into Chen Gang's calf.
Waves of excruciating pain kept coming.
Chen Gang bared his teeth, his face contorting from the unbearable agony.
More importantly...
The sudden, searing pain in his calf made Chen Gang stumble. He lost his balance and pitched forward on the spot.
Chen Gang was a peak-stage Dao-Origin Divine Lord.
Logically speaking, a peak-stage Dao-Origin Divine Lord should not have fallen outright even if he had been stabbed with a sword.
But everything had happened far too abruptly and far too quickly for Chen Gang to react at all...
Thud!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Chen Gang fell heavily to the ground with a thud, landing face-first like a dog eating dirt.
"What... I..." Chen Gang lay sprawled on the ground, utterly dazed. He had no idea what had happened.
One moment, he had been about to slap Qin Hao. The next, he was flat on his face.
"No, it was him!" After a brief moment of confusion, Chen Gang quickly caught on. He whipped his head around, only to see Qin Hao walking toward the plaza with a calm expression.
In an instant.
Every pair of eyes turned toward Qin Hao, and quite a few people looked astonished.
A nameless blaze of fury erupted from Chen Gang's chest.
*I... was actually tripped in public by an early-stage Dao-Origin Divine Lord. If I don't