"In front of me, you dare to act like an elder!"
With a laugh and a scold, a gigantic bronze-colored hand suddenly pressed down on Zhao Sheng's head.
The hand closed, and effortlessly completely covered his entire head.
Hmm!
Zhao Sheng violently grabbed two thick fingers, exerting force from his shoulders, veins bulging on his face as immense strength surged from his hands.
Zhao Xuanjing's hand slowly rose, surprisingly lifted inch by inch off his head by Zhao Sheng's effort.
Feeling the young man's astonishing strength, a hint of surprise appeared on Zhao Xuanjing's face, followed by a flash of joy in his eyes.
"Ancestor, didn't you know? A man's head and a woman's waist are not to be touched casually. And let me say it again, I am no longer the child I was ten years ago." Zhao Sheng released his hands and smoothly adjusted his slightly disheveled hair, while complaining.
