Beaten for nothing

"Rebel, are you planning to rebel!" Zhou He jumped up. Ling Han hadn't used much power in this attack. Otherwise, he could have smashed Zhou He into pieces with a single palm strike.

Ling Han dashed over and delivered another slap. Pa! Zhou He was sent flying again.

"Insulting a refugee from Huju City, beating you is already a light punishment," he stated calmly.

Zhou He was about to go crazy. Though Ling Han had controlled his power very well, each slap still caused him pain, and he felt like even his teeth were loose. More importantly, this was the entrance to the Formation Masters Association, and there were so many people coming and going here.

How was he supposed to face others in the future?

"You're dead!" he said through gritted teeth. If he didn't kill Ling Han today, his surname wouldn't be Zhou.

Yan Jun was quick-witted, and had long since gone to call for reinforcements.