"Such an amazing Martial Soul," Lin Feng exclaimed in surprise.
He had long known that Tian Zhongdao's Martial Soul was no ordinary thing; it was not simply a Knife Martial Soul, but its appearance was somewhat similar to a kitchen knife.
Now that Tian Zhongdao had displayed this kind of Martial Soul, it indeed revealed a combat power so formidable that it left people shocked and moved.
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"Ah, you dare to hit me? I'm telling you, my grandfather is an elder of Mist City Peak. You're going to suffer for offending me. Release me now, then kowtow and apologize, and I might forgive you. Otherwise, you're dead," Xiao Ziyang cursed venomously, loudly threatening Tian Zhongdao.
"Just, just for hitting you..." Tian Zhongdao said coldly, as he continued to slap him, one after another.
Smack, smack, smack, smack!
The loud sound of slaps echoed, and soon Xiao Ziyang's face was swollen.
"Mercy, please, I was wrong. It's all my fault today, I apologize to you, please spare me."
