A strange, foreign sensation bloomed in Cheng Dong's butt. Confusion flashed in his mind, but before he could even react, an overwhelming surge of spiritual qi burst into his insides like a flood breaking through a crumbling dam.
His body convulsed violently, and without any control, he was launched forward like a bullet, shooting straight toward Xue Feng.
A hoarse, half-formed scream tore from Cheng Dong's throat, but it was quickly drowned out by the roar of spiritual qi tearing through his meridians. His cultivation and defenses collapse in an instant.
Xue Feng, meanwhile, had never personally witnessed Feng Fan in action, and for a brief moment, he was stunned by the bizarre sight of a Transcending Tribulation expert hurtling toward him like a ragdoll. But years of brutal battle experience had honed his instincts to razor-sharpness.
