"Uh..."
Like a leopard pouncing forward, Lei Li hadn't even had a chance to attack before a black shadow suddenly appeared, grabbed his throat directly, and lifted him up.
"Clap clap clap!"
Feng Wuchen reached out and slapped Lei Li's face fiercely, in an instant turning Lei Li into a pig head.
With domineering power, no matter how Lei Li struggled, it was to no avail.
Dozens of Heavenly Deity Realm powerhouses from the Thunder God Temple were all stunned.
Someone actually dared to slap Young Master Lei!
This is like turning the lights on in the restroom—looking for trouble!
"Gulp..."
Witnessing this scene, cultivators in the tavern swallowed hard in terror, some instinctively covering their faces in extreme fear.
"That face got beaten so harshly..."
"With such force, can Young Master Lei's face even be used? That's definitely disfigurement!"
"Brutal! Young Master Lei has truly encountered a tough opponent this time, that kid must be a Heavenly Emperor-level expert!"
