When Pan Xi slapped on Ji Hao’s chest, the mysterious man abruptly gave a heavy sigh in Ji Hao’s spiritual space and said, "Pan Xi…She has been turned into a puppet. These non-humankind beings are indeed ambitious."

Ji Hao’s heart drummed. This tall and slim woman with a perfectly beautiful face… was Pan Xi? And she was turned into a puppet?

Pan Xi moved way too fast, that Ji Hao only faintly saw a hazy silhouette dash over before he was slapped. Fortunately, the Pan Xi divine mirror had been keeping him under protection. The mirror released a dim light, making Pan Xi slap on her own body and stagger back.

Ji Hao was startled badly while Pan Xi stood still in confusion. She lowered her head, looking at her own hand, seeming not to know what to do. She had already gotten used to the scene of destruction that would happen every time when she made a heavy slap. But just now, she failed to kill Ji Hao, and on the contrary, she struck on her own body heavily. As a battle pup