All the paragons in the hall lowered their eyebrows!

"You're just trash!"

"He's worthy of being called a heaven's favorite?!!"

Looking at Leng Xingchen, who was being stepped on by Blackie like a dead dog, the entire ninth floor of Sage gathering restaurant fell into a dead silence.

Many people were stunned.

That was Leng Xingchen, the direct disciple of the bright sword Pavilion Lord. She had comprehended seven sword essences at such a young age. It was not an exaggeration to call her a genius in the art of sword.

They were completely different from the three people who had been defeated by Hu Fei.

However, not only had his Taoist sword been shattered by Blackie with his bare hands, but he had also been stepped on by a foot?

Seeing this scene, Lin Lan was stunned, Lin Yiyi covered her mouth with her hand, and Wei Zheng, who was silently watching the show, froze.

"Ah!"

Leng Xingchen shouted as she pressed her face against the ground. The force almost deformed her face.