The Su family disciples instantly forgot their former prejudice and underestimation. The last time they saw Lu Chengfeng getting beaten up by Xiaomo, they had looked down on him but didn't dare to show it because of his identity. They were only now witnessing Lu Chengfeng's true strength.
This thunderous wind from his palm that could shake mountains was immersed in a majestic artistic conception. Everyone couldn't help but watch in awe, their eyes trained on the palm surging towards Wei Zhixuan.
However, in the next instant, everyone's eyes widened and their jaws dropped.
Slap!
The crisp sound rang out. Lu Chengfeng's smooth movements came to a stop with that clear sound. Five bright red finger marks appeared on his cheek, clear as day.