After all, given Liu Qingfeng's talent and his current age, reaching the Great Star Rank should be the endpoint of his life.
With some good luck, perhaps he could reach the Minor Heavenly Rank in his twilight years.
Wang Dadong placed the teacup in the hands of the tea-serving girl and then, turning into a blur, quickly moved in front of Liu Qingfeng.
Liu Qingfeng was greatly startled, not knowing why Wang Dadong would suddenly make a move against him.
But he didn't resist, because even if he did, it would be of no use, the disparity in power was too great.
Wang Dadong moved fast as lightning, rapidly touching Liu Qingfeng's body.
He touched him three hundred and sixty times in succession.
By the time Wang Dadong had returned to his seat, he was already drenched in sweat, and Liu Qingfeng's body was filled with silver needles at each acupoint.
Seconds later, Liu Qingfeng's body exploded like fireworks, crackling non-stop.
Every acupoint emanated the sound of an explosion.