Luo Baisheng slapped his own face repeatedly, one after the other, wanting to stop but not daring to do so.
He considered himself a high-ranking martial artist at the Saint Entry Realm, which he thought was quite formidable. He wasn't invincible, but there were indeed very few who could handle him.
Now look, he'd ended up kneeling on the ground, smack smack smacking his own face, his insides roiling with regret.
If only he had listened to the advice of the villagers, he wouldn't have fallen into this miserable state.
Unfortunately, there's no such thing as a medicine for regret in this world, and regretting now was useless.
While slapping his face, Luo Baisheng stole glances outside the courtyard, calculating the possibility of escaping.
