The opponent suddenly lunged at Lin Xiao, but Lin Xiao remained motionless, his eyes full of scorn. There was no helping it; this trash's cultivation was simply too weak. He wasn't a match for me at all. In that case, why should I dodge? The trash quickly closed the distance, swinging an iron fist straight at Lin Xiao's vital points.
Lin Xiao watched him with an indifferent gaze. Just as the man's fist was about to land, Lin Xiao made his move.
SMACK!!!
A solid slap, carrying world-shattering force, struck the man's head. The next second, his body slammed hard against a nearby wall, the immense impact making it tremble. He crashed to the ground, the pain so intense he almost passed out.
Lin Xiao hadn't killed him. Killing him would be boring. It was far more thrilling to leave him in despair. The man lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog. Lin Xiao watched him coldly. After more than ten minutes, he finally stirred.
