Jiang Feng's punch was swift and domineering, crashing straight into A Bao's face.
A deafening clang rang out, like a hammer striking iron. Even Jiang Feng felt a twinge of pain in his fist.
A Bao flew backward like a cannonball. Unable to steady himself, he slammed into the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust.
"Wow, you've got a thick skin. That actually hurt my hand," Jiang Feng teased.
"Aah..."
A Bao went wild with fury and sprang up from the ground. The massive black dragon wings behind him beat fiercely, carrying him into the sky as he charged straight at Jiang Feng.
Rage consumed A Bao. He had never imagined that Jiang Feng was hiding such tremendous strength.
The power unleashed in that single punch had clearly surpassed that of an ordinary eighth-order expert.
That punch fucking hurt!
Having his face smashed in front of all these Demon Race experts was utterly humiliating.
With Yue Ye watching too, he wished the ground would swallow him up. He felt thoroughly disgraced.
He did not even dare look back at Yue Ye now. He was too ashamed.
A Bao had always considered himself the strongest of his order, destined to surpass his father and become the mightiest Demon God King. Now, he felt as though Jiang Feng had pinned his face to the ground and was grinding it mercilessly into the dirt.
That punch had caught him completely off guard. It had come so suddenly that he had been utterly unprepared-or perhaps he simply had not reacted in time before taking the vicious blow.
A Bao charged at Jiang Feng. Although fury had clouded his reason, his strength had soared to an entirely new height.
He had not broken through to the ninth order, but he was unleashing every