These words completely shattered He Tao's confidence, leaving him filled with terror and wishing he could immediately return home.
With a slap to He Tao's head, Chu Hao said, "Why aren't you talking? Go on, keep up your act."
He Tao felt a burning humiliation. No one had ever dared to slap him on the head before. But now, he truly didn't dare utter another word.
He Tao wasn't stupid, just a bit arrogant. His hand had been crippled and his ear sliced off. If he dared to say anything more, he feared his other ear wouldn't be spared either.
"Gone mute?" Chu Hao delivered another slap.
"Where's that arrogant swagger from before?"
Another slap landed.
He Tao was stunned and dizzy. The blows to his face were excruciatingly painful, and his handsome features were ruined.
The onlookers watched, speechless.
Chu Hao said with disdain, "Instead of this Taoist Master going to your He Family, it would be better for the He Family to come find me personally."
