Zeng Zuimo and the others tensed up, protectively surrounding Shen Lang as if facing a formidable foe.
They weren't afraid of Drunken Thousand Cups, but they were afraid of a madman.
If it were them, beaten like this by a junior in front of so many people, they too would go mad.
Against a madman, even if his cultivation was weaker, you still had to take every precaution.
Because no one knew what he might do!
The time from Shen Lang's first punch to Drunken Thousand Cups being wretchedly beaten and smashed into a deep crater was incredibly short—not even three minutes.
But to everyone watching, those three minutes felt like hours.
In those three minutes, they saw Shen Lang, who had always been considered trash, beat the Xuanwu Realm Second Heaven Drunken Thousand Cups to the point that he couldn't even fight back!
At this moment, the so-called genius disciples of the various Noble Families of Celestial Phoenix City paled in comparison before Shen Lang.
