"Clap clap clap!!"
The white light surrounding Puxier almost dispersed, and the crowd saw his face clearly. At this moment, his handsome face was bright red, swollen from Ye Qingfeng's slapping.
"Bastard, you will suffer a thousand cuts and face the harshest punishment!"
Puxier roared furiously, his voice laced with anger.
"Is that so—"
Ye Qingfeng reversed his hand and delivered another loud slap.
Puxier was on the verge of tears, unable to comprehend why he was being restrained and humiliated by this mortal martial artist—this was nothing short of a nightmare.
He was slapped by a mortal martial artist's hand—a colossal humiliation! Herbert was also dumbfounded, having initially believed that a divine being had descended from the legends of the Church Court, intent on punishing and executing Ye Kill God. Yet, suddenly, things took a different turn.
"Oh my, what have I witnessed? An angel, a divine being, has been beaten until his nose is bruised and face swollen?"
