"What the fuck? Zhang Bin is so badass, actually calling Si Yangze his son?" All the cultivators watched, dumbfounded. Then, many of them covered their mouths to stifle their laughter.
Si Yangze's face turned livid with towering rage, yet he dared not lash out. He knew he was in the wrong.
"Si Yangze, you bastard, what makes you worthy of being my son?" Zhang Bin said with disdain. "You came groveling to call me your father, so I'll give you two big slaps."
With that, he harshly struck out twice.
Si Yangze tried to dodge, but a terrifying force appeared out of nowhere, instantly pinning him in place and rendering him unable to move.
SMACK! SMACK!
The crisp sounds rang out. Two red handprints blossomed on Si Yangze's face, and his head began to buzz. His mouth fell open, and he spat out several bloody teeth, which clattered onto the ground.
"My God, Zhang Bin actually dared to slap Si Yangze? This is too badass."
All the onlookers were completely astounded.
