Looking at Po Shan lying on the ground, his face full of terror, Xue An revealed his pearly white teeth in a chilling smile.
"This is a good start, but I hope you remember every single punch that follows. If you count wrong... that will be the end of your life! Understand?"
"No..." Po Shan screamed shrilly.
But Xue An did not give him a chance to beg for mercy, instead, he stomped down on the ground, the rebound force bouncing Po Shan off the surface.
Then Xue An launched a punch.
Po Shan screamed miserably as he was blasted away, but still managed to shout out in mid-air.
"The second punch..."
Afterward, Po Shan was like a masochist, despite being beaten by Xue An until his head split, bones broke, and tendons snapped, he still did not forget to count.
"The third punch... The fourth punch..."
All onlookers stared dumbfounded at this scene, with deep reverence surfacing in the eyes of those cultivators.
