Jiang Feng was sent flying over eight meters away, heavily smashing onto some rubble with a scream. A couple protruding rocks narrowly missed breaking his ribs. If his physique was not superior to ordinary people, his bones would most likely have broken and his muscles torn.
A clear blood-colored handprint swelled upon his face. He struggled up, coldly and unwaveringly glaring at Ye Fan. "You…"
He was a cultivator in the Divine Bridge realm. When would he have ever had to suffer such a humiliation? Being slapped flying by a mortal and seen by this many people, he now wanted to find a hole to hide himself in.
"Are Divine Bridge realm cultivators that amazing? To still be sent flying back by a mortal like me, I guess it's not that special," Ye Fan smiled indifferently. He rubbed his own hand, ruthlessly mocking, "Well, it does seem slightly superior. Your face is so thick that even my hand hurts a bit. Does your face hurt?"
