These two slaps completely swelled the face of the Smoke Emperor, making it look like a pig's head.
The Smoke Emperor originally wanted to gather Spiritual Power and recover quickly, but no matter how hard he tried, these two slaps remained on his face, unable to recover.
This humiliation is more painful than death for him.
"You little beast! I want you dead!"
The Smoke Emperor roared madly, his hair flying, and spat out countless essence blood, crazily burning his own essence blood.
The essence blood burned, all of it merging into the Seven-Colored God Slaying Smoke.
He no longer cared about torturing Chu Fengmian, but rather wanted to directly kill him.
Only by killing Chu Fengmian now could his anger be somewhat alleviated.
The essence blood burned, and from his seven-colored gourd, countless amounts of Seven-Colored God Slaying Smoke spewed out madly, beginning to swirl frantically.
Anything within it would be directly torn apart.
