The entire scene fell deathly silent.
The members of the Feng Family gaped, their eyes vacant.
Huangfu Yu, the man who had single-handedly suppressed the entire younger generation of the Hall of Envoys to the point they couldn't even raise their heads, had been killed with a single slap, just like that?
He didn't even have time to react, and his body wasn't even left intact?
But Mo Qi, on the other hand, looked completely unfazed.
It was as if he had just done something utterly trivial.
The same question couldn't help but rise in everyone's mind: 'Is he really a Vajra Realm Cultivator from the Mortal District?'
'Is he sure he's not an Immortal in disguise?'
Though they thought this, anyone could tell that Mo Qi's Cultivation was indeed only at the Vajra Realm.
After all, his age was plain to see.
Heavens!
'What were we just thinking?'
'To think we actually felt ashamed of such a genius?!'
