The blow had landed squarely between his legs.
Xiao Zendong couldn't understand. How could a Spirit Severing realm cultivator land a blow that caused him so much pain? With the spiritual qi that acted as a barrier against attacks, it should have been impossible. He could understand if Feng Fan had used a tier 8 array, but that wasn't the case.
Xiao Zendong's face twisted into a silent scream. His eyes rolled back, and his knees buckled. He tried to cry out, but the sound lodged in his throat like a jagged bone, leaving only a gurgled rasp.
Feng Fan stood behind him, grinning from ear to ear, one leg still raised in a perfect follow-through from the groin-crushing kick. "Have a good night, princess," he said.
