The crowd dispersed, believing it deserved to be struck by the Princess a few times.
The burly man stepped forward and said, "Zhaoyang, are you feeling a bit better? If not, you can strike Uncle a few times; my skin is tough, and my Qi and Blood are strong…"
The Princess of Holy Light squatted down, her body trembling slightly, as if recalling that strike, it was so stunning.
That strike seemed like the supreme Heavenly Dao.
When that strike descended, it was as if the Heavenly Dao had delivered punishment, transforming into endless calamity, into terrifying death.
Recalling that strike, she thought of various ways to break it, but had no clue.
The Princess of Holy Light said, "Uncle, am I somewhat incompetent…"
