Matter of Convenience (2)

Whoosh.

The old man sprang into action, his hat fluttering behind him as he moved at top speed.

Jinhuang Yi's white brows furrowed, and his eyes turned cold. He transformed into a blur and swung his right hand to slap Xu Jingming's face.

Being lectured by others was the thing he loathed most after living for so long.

"You're quite the talker!" Jinhuang Yi ruthlessly slapped at him.

Slap!

A deafening sound echoed through the air.

Jinhuang Yi's face contorted as he was sent flying by the slap, but Xu Jingming's right hand didn't stop there.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

In a split second, Jinhuang Yi was propelled backwards and slapped 18 times in a row.

Despite his tough muscles and hardened skull from years of cultivation, his skull was still deformed. The corners of his eyes were lacerated, and his face was covered in blood.