Chu Feng's kicks landed more than once at the scene of the duel. The next kick landed squarely on the Deity Race Saint Luo Hong's head, making him roar and growl in thunderous rage.
Luo Hong's was badly bruised and as his mouth was filled with blood as he staggered backward.
This was simply too humiliating. As a saint, he was struck heavily on approach. Nobody would dare believe that, let alone he himself.
But this really did happen. In front of everyone, Chu Feng had soared in the air at an incredible speed and gave him two kicks.
Only Luo Hong himself knew what had just happened. Chu Feng's had just unleashed his unrivaled painting scroll in its special form. It had just unleashed a frightening power and actually sealed this place off—it was as though space had been locked down and time had been frozen—he was unable to move an inch.
