"Fu Yunxiao, are you crying?"
Everyone was dumbfounded, unable to recover their senses for a long time.
The elders and disciples of the Demon Saber Sect all had hot cheeks, unable to bear looking directly, and infinite rage surged in their hearts.
This mischief-maker wasn't just smacking Fu Yunxiao's bottom; it was as if he was slapping the entire Demon Saber Sect's face.
The number one Heavenly Pride of the Demon Saber Sect, pants pulled down and bottom smacked in front of a hundred thousand people—what a humiliation.
In the Myriad Beasts Sect camp, Blood Wolf, who originally harbored resentment towards Chu Chen, couldn't help but secretly touch his own bottom, feeling relieved: "Thank goodness, I only lost six Pet Beasts. I can contract new ones, which is much better than having my pants pulled down and getting smacked in public. That's just brutal!"
