At that moment, the bystanders were scared out of their wits. Everyone watched as Chu Dazhuang's palm landed on the woman's head, and they thought he was going to kill her to silence her.
"This is bad, this is really bad."
The onlookers immediately voiced their concerns: "Did you see that huge palm the size of a clay pot?"
The crowd was abuzz with discussions, and instinctively stepped back.
As everyone backed away, the spot where Chu Dazhuang's palm had touched the woman began to radiate outwards.
Suddenly, the ripples spread, and those people were rooted to the spot.
Chu Dazhuang glanced at the immobilized onlookers, then turned to look at the woman in front of him.
At that moment, the woman also realized something was amiss. She stood there, dumbfounded, and out of fear, couldn't utter a single word.
After what seemed like an eternity, the woman, as if enlightened by Chu Dazhuang's slap, finally turned to look at him.
"If you have anything to say, spill it all out."
