Leng Zhenyu couldn't withstand the slap from Ling Fan, as his body suddenly flew out, rolling several meters before coming to a stop.
Lying on the ground, Leng Zhenyu felt like his head had been struck by a locomotive, devoid of any coherent thought, left only with a roaring sound and an incredulous sense of humiliation and rage in his subconscious.
"I... I got hit?" Leng Zhenyu muttered instinctively in his heart, his eyes filled with a dumb and dazed light, unable to react to or accept the reality before him for the moment.
"My God, what happened?" The onlookers paled, struggling to accept the fact that Leng Zhenyu, the Family Head of the Leng family, had been sent flying with a slap.
The Leng family had built up their might in the Huaxia Secular World for many years, and they still commanded great deterrence in everyone's hearts. This slap, in the minds of the people, was no less powerful than the sword that had just killed Leng Junhao!
