The area was dead silent, but the sound of SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! echoed without end.
The Mu Family disciples and higher-ups wore dazed, incredulous expressions!
The geniuses from outside the family were even more deeply shaken!
In mid-air.
The gloom on Luo Tian's face gradually dissipated.
He had long been bottling up his rage from the Mu Family's oppression.
'Accuse me of looking down on people? Accuse me of insulting a Mu Family disciple? Fine, I'll show you what a real insult looks like!'
THUD!
The dark-faced man crashed onto the Martial Arts Arena, barely conscious. His face was so swollen he looked like a pig, so much so that his own mother probably wouldn't recognize him.
Luo Tian also slowly descended.
Then, he lifted his foot and lightly stepped on the dark-faced man's pig-like head.
The scene seemed to freeze at this moment, marking the end of the battle.
"A moment ago, I truly wasn't insulting a Mu Family disciple. But now, I am!"
Luo Tian said softly.
