Yan Lun stared blankly at the thousands of fireballs scattered across the earth, though brilliantly dazzling and visually rewarding, yet he had no heart to admire the fireworks.
At that moment, Yan Lun was already lost in thought, even when Shi Feng moved and floated before him, he seemed unaware.
Then, Shi Feng slowly extended his left hand towards Yan Lun and said, "You think you, a mere scum, can kill me? Even if you cultivate for another hundred years, killing you will be as easy as crushing an ant."
As Shi Feng spoke, his left hand already grasped Yan Lun's face. Startled, Yan Lun awoke from his daze, Shi Feng's words echoing like a demon's chant in his mind.
"You! Let me go!" Yan Lun angrily roared at Shi Feng, who was gripping his face.
Having one's face grasped by someone is an immense humiliation for anyone.
Especially being humiliated by this person!
He originally came to wash away the shame before this person, yet now he suffered even greater humiliation.
