Inside the main hall.
The sound of slapping a head rang out, crisp and clear.
It kept echoing in the hall...
Now, the Shadow Killing Formation had dissipated.
The men in black outside stared, dumbfounded, as Chang'sheng kept swatting their Pavilion Master's head over and over.
Pavilion Master.
Ranked eighth on the Ranking Of The Four Regions.
The terrifying Lord of Shadow Kill, who made everyone shudder.
Was now being hoisted by the collar and smacked on the head by some guy who looked barely an adult?
Pavilion Master Shadow Kill was stunned silly as well.
It's not that he didn't want to fight back—he just couldn't, period!
After being grabbed by the young man, it was like being hit with a Supreme restriction; couldn't muster up a bit of cultivation at all!
Usually, forget slapping his head—even a slap across the face wouldn't even register.
For folks at their realm, there was always a layer of spiritual energy for defense.
