Bu Zheng, the old man, couldn't help but be shocked. After all, he himself was nearly at the threshold of the Golden Core Realm as a great power, and in today's world, he was already among the very pinnacle of a select few. Yet even so, his nearly full-force strike couldn't seriously injure the other party.
At this moment, Ye Feng still sat there, unmoved, his expression unchanged, and the corners of his mouth even carried a trace of a mocking smile, as if he were ridiculing his opponent.
Bu Zheng squinted at Ye Feng, as if trying to see through him, but no matter how he investigated, he couldn't detect anything unusual. It was only after a good long while that he finally sighed deeply and said, "Now I finally understand why even Bu Tianyun lost to you; his loss was not unjust!"
