"Pa, pa, pa, pa~"
The crisp and fierce slapping sound exploded in the air.
Like a string of firecrackers, it shook the heart.
The Ninth Grade powerhouse of Great Xia, his arm like sturdy bamboo in a storm.
Swiftly swinging, with the force of a thousand pounds.
Every strike brought forth illusory yet oppressively overwhelming shadows, as if the very air was torn by the power.
Meanwhile, during the beating, that powerhouse's eyes were cold as a blade, his movements precise and merciless.
The dense sound of slaps echoed over the silent battlefield, like the mocking laughter of the Death God, sending chills down the spine.
At this moment, the leader of the Mainline Human Race's exploration team, Yuwen Tianlong, was suffering unprecedented pain and torture.
His cheeks were swollen and red, blood at the corner of his mouth.
His body, too, swayed under the other's tempest-like assault, appearing utterly disheveled.
