A Top-Grade Confrontation

People were all astonished. Kong Sheng was a king level entity with five severed shackles and possessed extraordinary strength. But at this moment, he was immobile like a pool of mud.

What situation was this? Kong Sheng had only received a few slaps from Chu Feng before collapsing like this.

"Get up, stop pretending to be dead." Chu Feng looked down at him and gave him a few kicks impatiently.

The peacock race was inherently beautiful. Both men and women were rarely ever ugly. They possessed tall figures and jade-like countenances which stood them apart from the crowd. Many ladies felt inferior compared to them.

But now, Kong Sheng's fair and lustrous face was black, blue and full of shoeprints. Any spectator would feel a heartache, but Chu Feng wasn't the least courteous as he stomped down several times. Even a king level entity was badly battered.