"Let go of me!" The young man shouted loudly, his face full of anger. He was a powerful cultivator who rarely encountered opponents. In addition, his background was intimidating, so everyone would back off when they saw him. When had he ever suffered such a great loss?
Shi Hao carried him and sneered. If this fella really was a distant relative of his, then he had even more reason to properly teach him a lesson. Moreover, it wasn't confirmed yet.
Smack!
The slap was extremely loud and clear. After more than ten slaps, blood spurted out from the young man's mouth and nose. All of the teeth in his mouth flew out, and his face was swollen beyond recognition.
Many people were stupefied. No wonder the crow on his shoulder liked to slap people. It had learned from its master.
