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Zhentian Mo's face became pale. He never imagined Qingfeng Li could actually sober up and was not seriously injured.

Looking at Qingfeng Li's incoming palm, Zhentian Mo raised his head to avoid it. Although his head was hidden, his face was not.

Pa!

Followed by a loud noise, Qingfeng Li's hand severely hit Zhentian Mo's right face, causing it to swell in redness.

"Qingfeng Li is so strong! He even slapped Zhentian Mo... oh dear, I'm scared."

"Zhentian Mo is a Spirit Emperor, yet he got his face slapped so hard. What a disgrace as the number one self-cultivator of the Devilish Dao."

"Didn't you notice that Qingfeng Li actually defeated Zhentian Mo's Blade Energy Devil."

"Yes, I noticed. Qingfeng Li's body must have a mysterious power to counter that devilish blade's energy."

The surrounding self-cultivators were talking, their eyes full of surprise as they looked at Qingfeng.