Negotiations

"How dare you!"

Yao Xi's expression changed, and a massive light of the magical artifact suddenly appeared on his body.

Neither he nor Ni Wuxiao had expected the situation to be completely reversed in just a few seconds.

"Slap!"

With a slap of his palm, the treasure light of several powerful magical artifacts was directly smashed into countless spiritual energy fragments.

The slap then landed on Yao Xi's face, and his face instantly swelled up.

"Little b*stard!"

Yao Xi clamored incoherently.

"Slap! Slap!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Qin Yu directly slapped his face again.

Several teeth flew out of his mouth, and Yao Xi's face was swollen.

Yao Xi was stunned, and so was everyone else.

The Yao family's Holy Son was actually slapped in public?

"You're f*cking courting death!"

A destructive internal qi erupted from Yao Xi's body as countless shadows of the Saint condensed above his head.