Su Xing struggled to get up, but the immense pain wracking his body left him powerless, and he failed.
The scene seared itself into the minds of the crowd. Their mouths hung open, wanting to shout, to scream, to give voice to the shock in their hearts. Yet, no sound came out. All they could do was stare blankly at Shen Haoran.
Su Xing laboriously raised his head. His eyes were hollow.
'One punch. Just one punch, and I didn't even have a chance to fight back!'
He was a Tier Five Spirit General who risked his life in Cultivation every day, yet he couldn't even take a single blow from Shen Haoran. At that moment, Su Xing was plunged into a daze. A question echoed in his mind: 'Have all these years of Cultivation been meaningless?'
Zi Mo also stared at Shen Haoran in disbelief. When his gaze met Su Xing's hollow eyes, his heart twisted in pain, and his look toward Shen Haoran filled with fury.
