"Bro, can you not hit my face?"
"Big bro, how about I stick my butt out for you to hit?"
"Brother... can you go easy on me?"
The unfortunate cultivators knew they couldn't escape this disaster, so they could only force out a fawning smile, begging Zhou Yuan to go easy on them. After all, no one hits a smiling face...
Zhou Yuan didn't make things too hard for them. He gave each one a punch, controlling his strength very precisely. It didn't hurt much, but their foreheads swelled up with bright red lumps. It looked serious enough so they could later "reasonably" ask the elders for compensation.
Boom!
A loud explosion sounded as the Mud Shadow Pool burst open, and thick, dark substance splashed out in all directions like blobs of mud.
Someone broke free.
"Zhou Yuan, you sneaky bastard!" A man in white sneered darkly, "The one thing I despise most in life is a deceitful scoundrel who relies on sneak attacks."
Whoosh—
