Less than a single breath's time had elapsed, yet Sun Lubu's fist hadn't even come close to Wei Zifeng's body before it was met with a slap across the cheek. He dropped to the ground like a whipped dog, prostrate and unable to rise.
Utterly deprived of the strength to fight back, he didn't even have a chance to dodge.
He had been guarding his son, who had just fainted, upstairs when he heard some noise from an argument below and came down, only to see Wei Zifeng. Especially after hearing what was said, his anger was ignited.
In their Sun Family's territory, he was emboldened to act unruly, resigned that he must teach Wei Zifeng a lesson.
Little did he expect that, although he had advanced to the Golden Core Stage, Wei Zifeng had long been at the Nascent Soul Cultivation level. His father couldn't withstand the pressure, let alone him.
In their eyes, he was nothing.