SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The entire area fell silent, leaving only the sound of Zheng Qingtian slapping his own face.
All who had gathered here were major figures of the Chilong Dynasty.
In their eyes, Zheng Qingtian had always been a tyrannical overlord who could blot out the sky with a single hand, but now, this very overlord was slapping himself.
It all felt like a dream, so unbelievable that no one dared to trust their own eyes.
SLAP! SLAP!
Zheng Qingtian felt a humiliation like never before. His cheeks burned, and even the tips of his ears turned red.
But with a glance at the middle-aged woman, a deep fear welled up within him once more.
'How can Luo Tian have a Celestial Level Martial Artist protecting him?'
Zheng Qingtian couldn't figure it out.
He glanced at the red-faced old man again. 'He couldn't be Celestial Level too, could he?'
