The entire hall fell deathly silent. Not a sound could be heard!
Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that the scene before them had actually happened.
Feng Zhua, an Early Yellow Tier expert, the strongest of their collateral branch's younger generation and the man hailed as their future family head, had been sent flying with a single slap by a seemingly frail young man?
Was this a dream or an illusion?
Although surprise showed on Feng Mei's face, she was not as dumbstruck as the others. She had already learned how strong Jun Wangchen was, so she found nothing unbelievable about him utterly overpowering Feng Zhua.
On the contrary, her respect for Jun Wangchen deepened, as did her determination to befriend him.
She had met plenty of people who practiced both alchemy and martial arts, but never anyone like Jun Wangchen, whose accomplishments in both far surpassed those of ordinary people.
The most shocked and incredulous of all was Feng Zhua. He staggered to his feet amid the wreckage of the chair, his face showing nothing but astonishment.
For the first time, he felt that the world was so absurd it almost seemed unreal.
He was an Early Yellow Tier Martial Artist, an extraordinary expert who could crush ordinary people with a casual wave of his hand. Yet a seemingly frail young brat had slapped him clean off his feet?
Humiliation!
This was an absolute humiliation!
Feng Zhua had never felt so humiliated. At that moment, every gaze directed at him seemed filled with ridicule and contempt.
"Damn you!" His overwhelming humiliation turned his eyes bloodshot. With a furious shout, Feng Zhua lunged forward. He had to kill the man before him to vent his hatred.
But the moment he took a step, Jun Wangchen sneered and appeared before him