Qing Ling came out of the courtyard, walked over to Qing Yun, and slapped her.
Pa!
Qing Yun stumbled backward and stared at Qing Ling in rage, "You actually dare to hit me?"
Pa!
Another slap landed on Qing Yun's other cheek, causing it to swell up.
"Your cultivation has recovered?" Qing Yun was shocked. He wasn't ready the first time but the second time only happened because Qing Ling's cultivation had recovered.
Pa!
Another slap caused Qing Yun to stumble to the floor. His nose was swollen and blood spurted out.
"Don't kill me." Qing Yun was afraid. Now that Qing Ling's cultivation had recovered, there was nothing he could do at all. He was just in Legend, so how could he be Qing Ling's match?
"Die!" Qing Ling said his first word. One word was so simple and direct.
Kacha!
He grabbed Qing Yun's head cleanly and twisted it. Like cotton, his neck was twisted together.
