Master Head of the Dragon Soul

As a martial arts expert at the peak of the ninth level, Jin Gang's punch seemed to explode like countless thunderbolts, displaying incredible power.

The surrounding air seemed to burst, emitting bursts of explosions. The simplicity of the great path, combined with the power of a single punch, made everyone present feel their scalp tingling, giving them a sense of oppression that pierced through the sky!

"You underestimate me!"

Jin Hui, who was lying on the ground, was even more delighted, filled with schadenfreude.

He had witnessed the power of this formidable opponent before. With someone like Chu Feng, he would be beaten to a pulp with a single punch.

"What a pity."

Wei Qilin also sighed softly, feeling quite bored.

He had originally wanted to have some fun, but Jin Gang didn't hold back at all. With this punch, the opponent would probably meet the King of Hell in an instant, depriving him of a lot of fun. However, in the next second,

Chu Feng remained calm and composed. Faced with Jin Gang's thunderous punch, he simply extended two fingers and lightly waved.

Boom...

A tremendous surge of energy instantly burst forth, causing countless vases, wine glasses, and porcelain ornaments in the room to shatter into pieces. "He actually blocked it?"

Jin Hui stared in disbelief, and Wei Qilin's expression changed, revealing a hint of astonishment.

Jin Gang's eyes widened, filled with curiosity and doubt. He couldn't understand how this slender guy in front of him could withstand his full-force punch.

"The four great warlords under Wei Zhongxian, is this their level?"

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly and flicked his finger.

With just a flick, he casually unleashed his power.

Boom...

Jin Gang's massive body, resembling a small mountain, instantly flew backwards like a cannonball, crashing through four or five walls before finally coming to a stop.

All the bones in his right arm shattered, his whole body covered in blood and flesh, howling in pain, extremely miserable.

Silence.

Dead silence at the scene...

Only the sound of Jin Gang's wailing.

In an instant, Jin Hui was dumbfounded.

Wei Qilin was dumbfounded.

Li Hongtu and the others were dumbfounded.

Everyone from the Martial Arts Alliance at the scene was dumbfounded.

Who was Jin Gang? He was one of the four great warlords of the Martial Arts Alliance, ranked fourth due to his low intelligence, but he was undeniably an expert at the peak of the ninth level of martial arts! He was also invincible in close combat, capable of withstanding small rocket attacks with his physical body.

However, such a powerful man was actually crippled by Chu Feng in an instant.

This guy...

The atmosphere among the people present suddenly became eerie.

Chu Feng slowly stood up and calmly said, "After so many years, Wei Zhongxian, this old eunuch, is still as useless as ever, without any progress."

"He only knows how to fight for power and expand his influence, but he never bothers to study martial arts. The strength of his subordinates remains stagnant, truly pitiful."

The members of the Martial Arts Alliance present were dumbfounded. How dare this guy speak so arrogantly and insult the nonamillennial?

Wei Qilin's face became extremely embarrassed. He stared at Chu Feng like a venomous snake and said emphatically, "I'll give you three seconds to apologize to my father." "Apologize? Did I say something wrong?"

Chu Feng calmly glanced at Wei Qilin and asked, "Isn't Wei Zhongxian an old eunuch? Isn't he useless?"

"You bastard!"

Wei Qilin's face was twisted with madness. In his heart, his father, the nonamillennial, was like a divine being. Everything he had now was bestowed upon him by that old man!