Zhao Sheng furrowed his brows and shouted coldly, "Noisy, slap him!"
As soon as the words fell, Zhao Jincheng felt a burning pain on his cheek, and the crisp sound of slaps echoed in his ears.
The next second, his handsome face visibly swelled and turned red, eventually puffing up into a pig's head.
"How dare you!" The black-robed elder was furious upon seeing this, and without thinking, he activated his Mysterious Skill. His hands enlarged and turned black, like a pair of fans, emitting a foul stench, and pounced fiercely onto Zhao Sheng's head.
Before the deadly hands even landed, a large amount of foul poisonous smoke had already spread. A regular Qi Refining cultivator who got a touch of the smoke would instantly turn into a puddle of black water.
Zhao Sheng didn't raise his head, seemingly unaware of this person's sneak attack.
