SLAP!
The crisp, resonating sound of a slap rang out as Qin Heng struck across the air, landing it directly on Lin Sanfa's face.
He struck the arrogant Mortal Walker of the Imperial Palace of Heaven, a disciple of the Heavenly Emperor, so hard his face was contorted and his mouth gushed blood. Even his divine soul was injured. His vision darkened, and he nearly fainted!
"Is there something wrong with your brain?" Qin Heng looked at Lin Sanfa with a strange expression, as if peering at an idiot, and said, "Killing you is like slaughtering a chicken. Who gave you the audacity to threaten me?"
HISS!
The onlookers couldn't help but inhale sharply, looking at Qin Heng with disbelief and utter shock.
"Holy shit! Qin Xuantian's guts are too big! Did he not hear clearly who Lin Sanfa is?"
"Madman! This is truly a madman! I thought him slaying the Saint of the Sun Temple was crazy enough! I never expected he would dare to slap a Mortal Walker of the Imperial Palace of Heaven!"
