Li Fei was not worthy to fight him.
But now, with a single punch from Li Fei, he, Liu Chan, was suppressed so hard he could barely move, not even knowing how many ribs were broken; blood sprayed from his mouth in great gulps, utterly wretched and lowly. One could say that if Li Fei wanted his life, it would be but a flick of the fingers.
What right did he, Liu Chan, have to say Li Fei was not worthy to fight him?
Pathetic, isn't it?
Utterly pathetic.
And yet, he did not inspire pity; this was his own doing, courting humiliation of his own accord.
Recall earlier, how arrogant this Liu Chan had been—one word from him and Xiao Tianyu had to stop, and he even felt that with his Second Layer of Divine Separation challenging Xiao Tianyu's First Layer of Divine Separation, it was some kind of glorious deed.
But now, he was suppressed with a single casual move by a mere disciple of the Xiao Sect, forced prone on the ground, unable to rise.
