Shi Hao forcefully slapped the young Netherian, generating loud cracking sounds. Each massive slap caused the Netherian's eyes to see stars and his ears to buzz, as blood rushed from his nose and mouth.
"Calling people from the Lower Realm inferior, do you think yourself detached and Sacred?" Shi Hao asked, increasing the force of his slaps, which resounded like thunder, thoroughly dealing with him.
The Netherian's lips swelled and turned purplish-black, his bruises looking like mush, his face unrecognizable as all his teeth, mixed with blood, flew out.
He was enraged. When had he ever been humiliated like this? This was not just physical pain but a stabbing pain in his soul, making him feel stifled and ashamed. With his status, how could he fall to such lows?
"You... stop it!" he growled, his eyes filled with resentment and fury.
