"You little beast, how dare you hit me?" Wen Danzun's face twisted with extreme anger. His status was such that he was always revered and fawned upon wherever he went. Not to mention being hit, even speaking harshly to him was a crime deserving of death.
Now, he was publicly slapped twice by Chu Feng.
He hated Chu Feng to the point of wanting to skin him alive.
"I must kill you!" Under deep hatred, Wen Danzun madly charged at Chu Feng without any care.
Perhaps blinded by hate, or maybe trusting his own skills, he didn't draw his sword.
With bare hands, he attacked Chu Feng.
Slap slap!
Chu Feng delivered two more hard slaps, causing a large red swelling on Wen Danzun's handsome face.
"I thought you were a Supreme Sword God, turns out you're just a Nine-Star Sword God. Garbage, if you want to look for more slaps, just bring it on." After making his move, Chu Feng realized that Wen Danzun's cultivation wasn't as profound as he had imagined.
Actually, this is normal.
