Before the mansion gates, deathly silence reigned.
Every Aristocratic Clan prodigy present stood frozen in place, their eyes brimming with shock and disbelief.
In everyone's eyes, Zhou Feng came from a humble background and had shallow foundations. Even with Li Qiulan backing him, his true strength was only so-so, far inferior to Aristocratic Clan prodigies like them, who had been immersed in top-tier resources and orthodox cultivation since childhood.
What was more, under everyone's watchful eyes, no matter how arrogant Zhou Feng was, he should have shown some restraint and sheathed his edge. At most, he would have traded words with them; he would never have dared to truly make a move.
Yet the scene before them completely overturned everything they thought they knew.
Not only had he attacked, he had done so without the slightest hesitation or mercy. With one punch, he shattered Sun Jun's protective spiritual power and sent the Sun Clan's eldest direct grandson, one of Nine Void Mountain's foremost prodigies, flying before everyone. His methods were clean, decisive, and tyrannical beyond measure.
That resolve sent a tremendous shock through the hearts of the gathered prodigies.
Several yards away, Sun Jun braced himself against the ground with one hand and climbed to his feet in a sorry state. His white robes were covered in dust, his face was deathly pale, blood and qi churned relentlessly in his chest, and a faint metallic sweetness rose in his throat.
He stared blankly at Zhou Feng, who stood calmly where he was. At first, Sun Jun was filled with astonishment, but that was swiftly followed by overwhelming humiliation and rage.
He had always considered himself noble in status and exceptional in talent, forever standing above others. When had he ever suffered such public humiliation?
He had merely wanted to block