When the zealot leader charged at Mao Feiyang, he swung his great sword, kicking up a faint golden-green light, and slapped it solidly into the leader's face, sending him flying as if he were a badminton shuttlecock!
The zealot leader was slammed against the wall, his form shifting from illusion to reality and then becoming more illusory again amidst the dull sound of the collision.
"What?!" Mao Feiyang's action was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, not only shocking the zealots but also catching the veteran art students off guard. Yanjing Ming's mouth was agape in shock, unable to close.
How much strength could Mao Feiyang possibly have?
They were just attending the "Banquet" yesterday, and today he sent the zealot leader flying?
