Ming Disha slapped Cang Yue hard enough to make him spin in place three times.
Ming Disha pointed inside. "Get back in there."
Cang Yue clutched his face and glared at Ming Disha. "You've got guts!"
Smack! Another slap!
"You don't need to praise me!"
Both sides of Cang Yue's face had turned pale. Not only did they burn with pain, but they had swollen outrageously round, looking rather cute.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "You'll regret this..."
Over there, the Three Brothers of the Yan Zhao Sect stamped their feet and pounded their chests.
Lu Chengwen said, "Why does he have to keep running his mouth like that!?"
Long Aotian said, "Couldn't he just stop talking and come back obediently!?"
Zhao Ritian said, "Big mouths are guaranteed to get the worst beatings! He deserves it! Damn it, he really deserves it!"
Cang Yue was aggrieved beyond belief. "Can't I even speak after getting beaten!?"
Lu Chengwen snapped, "You can! If you can take the beating, keep talking! Talk until you're satisfied!"
Long Aotian shook his head. "When you're getting beaten, don't act tough! Does that one extra sentence make you look impressive or something? Back then, I... Why the hell am I telling you this!?"
Zhao Ritian said, "Shut up, come back, and behave! Ah, what an idiot! He obviously doesn't have much experience getting beaten."
Now, everyone in the room had been surrounded by Ming Disha alone.
Ming Disha had them all boxed in.
"You, you, you three are together, right? Stand together, stand together."
"You... What are you to King Tiechi again? Adopted son? Godson? The one who cries all day, right?"
Xie Tianku said awkwardly, "Xie Tianku."
"Then cry right here."
He turned to Long Aotian again. "You three, stand properly. Don't just