Everyone present was stunned; they hadn't expected Lei Zongcheng, with his late Mahayana Realm cultivation, to be so easily knocked away by Long Fei.
Long Fei hadn't even exerted himself; he had just casually tossed a wine cup out.
Feng Qinghong looked indifferent, as if he had anticipated this outcome.
He retreated, immediately gave Lei Zongcheng a pill, and used True Qi to stabilize his blood flow.
Lei Zongcheng, blood at the corners of his mouth, stared at Long Fei, his face full of resentment, and said, "Don't be proud; even if I've lost, you alone can't save the world."
Before he finished speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Feng Qinghong hurriedly stopped him and bid farewell to Long Fei, saying, "Today is your big day; we won't disturb you anymore. We will meet again another time."
The young men they brought, looking arrogant, only nodded at Long Fei before leaving with the two.
