Long Chen’s slap only made Hong Yaoyang’s head turn, while Long Chen’s own hand ended up wracked by piercing pain.

Ming Cangyue and Leng Yueyan were both startled. Long Chen had attacked so quickly that even they hadn’t been able to react.

“Courting death!” Being slapped by a mortal enraged Hong Yaoyang. The black qi around him surged violently as he attempted to break Leng Yueyan’s bindings.

Seeing that he was unable to escape though and how much he wanted to tear him apart, Long Chen decided that one slap wasn’t enough. He slapped him thirty-six times in a row.

Perhaps he might be lacking in other regards, but when it came to face-slapping, no one would dare to claim that they were above him. This big face of Hong Yaoyang’s was begging to be slapped, free of charge.

The other six people who had come with Hong Yaoyang immediately roared and charged forward. As a result,...