To the western nations!

"Master please!" Fei Lingxi grabbed Zhao Tian's leg in desperation as she pleaded. 

Huh? Zhao Tian turned his leg and gave her a kick in the face. *thud* She rolled down the floor and clutched her face in pain. "Urghhhhh!"

There was a clear red bruise on her cheek caused by his shoe. As Zhao Tian walked in, Fei Lingxi hurriedly came and clutched his leg "No, master."

"Bitch!" Zhao Tian stomped his foot on her face and pressed her head on the floor.

"Arrrrggghhhh!" The agonizing scream that escaped her lips was met with indifference as his shoes bore down on her face,tears cascading down her cheeks.

"M-Master listen to me..." Despite her attempts to plead with him, he only increased the pressure, showing no signs of mercy or compassion. 

*thud* Then he again gave her a kick in the face and a drop of blood came out of her nose, staining her lips. Feeling the irony of the taste of her blood, Fei Lingxi clutched her face in her palms.