The Uneven Scales

Ning Rongrong had apparently not expected that although Wu Feng looked harmless, once she got serious, the Killing Intent emerging from between her brows would faintly resemble that of her third brother, Asura of a Thousand Hands.

Time seemed to stop, and everything froze in place.

It had been who knew how many years since anyone had defied her like this. Ning Rongrong truly wanted to attack Wu Feng directly and slap this little girl who had spoken disrespectfully to her to death.

But she could not do that. It would cause the mission Tang San had entrusted to her to completely collapse.

Although Tang San was still her third brother, anyone could see that the more than twenty years in the God Realm had completely changed him.

She could throw tantrums all she wanted before people she could bully, but if she had to bear the risk of affecting Tang San's plans and being held accountable by him, Ning Rongrong did not dare.

"Speaking disrespectfully and defying a senior—punishment is due!"

The next moment, a streak of golden light slowly appeared, seeming ready to descend upon Wu Feng at any moment.

"Please wait, Senior."

Chen Ping hurriedly spoke. "As the saying goes, a child bears the father's faults, and a husband bears the wife's faults. Wu Feng spoke disrespectfully and offended you, Senior, so I should be the one punished."

"Hmph, now you know to come out and say such empty words?"

Seeing Chen Ping, who had seemed to be thinking the entire time, suddenly speak up, Ning Rongrong's tone carried a hint of disdain.

"Since that's the case, I'll reward you with a few more lashes and see whether you still want to play the hero."

Crack! A long whip formed from golden light lashed viciously across Chen