Feng Yuxiu only felt a flash of red light before his eyes, followed by total darkness.
His body slammed into the ground with a thunderous crash, smashing through several tables and leaving behind a scene of absolute wreckage—a truly miserable sight.
"Ugh..."
Feng Yuxiu spat out a mouthful of blood, finally realizing that something was terribly wrong.
This young man before him was clearly not the weakling he had imagined.
The fact that his opponent could blast him away with a casual punch spoke volumes about the massive gap in their strength. However, Feng Yuxiu was not willing to admit defeat so easily.
He used every ounce of his remaining strength to pull himself up from the ground, suppressing the turbulent blood-qi in his chest, and stubbornly shouted at Su Hao: "You brat! You actually snuck up on me!"
"We were only holding back earlier because we saw members of the Ancient Mongol Tribe sitting near you and didn't want to involve them. I never expected you to take advantage of that!"
Si Zeyu, upon hearing the old man use him as a shield, sneered, "Don't try to use me as your pawn, you old fossil. If Mr. Su hadn't moved so quickly, I would have had my own men deal with you myself."
"You are merely a lowly Half-Step Grandmaster. What right do you have to bark at Mr. Su here?"
Chapter 284