Ma Daoming couldn't help but suppress a laugh; this Little Apprentice was really too funny.
Across from him, Qin Heng and the others were stunned, feeling somewhat inexplicable.
Wasn't Sikong Jing supposed to be like this? Could it be that He Jia was truly so formidable that even Sikong Jing couldn't move him?
And those among the students who didn't recognize Sikong Jing nearly wanted to find a crack to crawl into, feeling utterly humiliated.
That performance was even more embarrassing than Qin Lao's inability to hurt anyone!
Slap!
However, in the next instant, a crisp sound rang out, as Sikong Jing, seemingly out of nowhere, extended his palm and fiercely slapped He Jia's face, the clear sound echoing throughout the arena.
The He Jia opposite him didn't have even the slightest reaction.
Ma Daoming, with a mischievous smile on his face, was dumbfounded, as were the surrounding Heavenly Dao Palace students, their mouths agape with shock.
