"Why aren't you two moving!"
The eighth prince angrily rebuked the two.
"You're too noisy!"
"Shut up!" Tang Hao shouted. He flicked his sleeve, and the eighth Prince's body seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward. He crashed through the wall behind him and crashed into the Great Hall.
"You ... You dare to hit me? I'm the eighth prince of the great Qin, and my father is the most powerful person on the Holy planet. You ... You're dead!"
The eighth prince stood up in a sorry state, and his face became somewhat ferocious.
"This slap of mine is to educate you on behalf of your father!" "Hmph!" Tang Hao grunted coldly. He flicked his sleeve again and slapped her across the face.
Pa!
It was a loud slap.
The eighth prince let out a blood-curdling screech as he was sent flying backward again. His originally handsome face was now swollen like a pig's head.
