"What makes a hairless kid like you think that…"
Just as he was gloating over the chance to thoroughly flaunt his authority, Ying Qufeng's voice came to an abrupt stop. He realized with a shock that his aura at the Great Martial Master level had been utterly suppressed by the youngster standing before him.
Pow! That palm strike left a very clear imprint of five fingers on Ying Qufeng's face. The left side of his face immediately swelled up, resembling a pig's head.
"Ah! Go to hell!"
After being stunned for a few seconds, Ying Qufeng howled in rage. With a ruthless look in his eyes, he lunged at Lu Yu in a reckless attack. The military zone's cultivators nearby all rushed up to stop him, fearful that Lu Yu would get hurt. In the next second, Ying Qufeng's whole body jolted, and a look of utter disbelief crept across his face.
