The resounding sound of a right hand meeting a fleshy left cheek was unmistakable. As it lingered with a reverb, the world stilled. As it traversed through the area like a visible wave, the air stiffened. The force carried within contained incredible strength and an even greater force of emotion. It brought along with it a long-festering, vengeful, despondent anger.
"..." Zhangjie Wushu.
"..." Hu Meifang.
"..." Liu Yinlan.
Not a single one of the trio of World Emperors expected to bear witness to this scene.
"...!" Liu Suyin's slender body was trembling as her eyes stared intently at Wei Wuyin. Her dark pupils shook violently. Her lips quivered. Her nose scrunched tightly. Her entire facial expression was the picture-perfect representation of livid and indignant.