A Slap to the Face-So What?!

To him, this was nothing less than a humiliation!

They were both Transcendent Realm experts. He had calculated against an unsuspecting opponent and struck with deliberate intent, yet not only had he failed to make Ye Xiwen lose face—he had been slapped instead. That slap was not merely an injury to his flesh, but a blow to his spirit.

What kind of proud man was he? A Transcendent Realm expert, one of the foremost figures beneath the starry skies—yet now he had actually been slapped.

The void trembled and rippled like the surface of water. A figure stepped out. It was the Old City Lord.

At this moment, the Old City Lord no longer had his usual kindness. There was only a chill that came from the depths of his heart. His icy gaze made people feel as though they had fallen into an ice cellar as he said coldly, "If you don't want your face anymore, then I'll help you with that!"

Ye Xiwen had never seen the Old City Lord look so cold. It was as though that withered frame contained not the frailty of age, but unprecedented battle-blood. An aura like that of a terrifying war god swept outward, seeming to hammer heavily against the hearts of these experts among the extraterrestrial overlords.

It was simply unimaginable.

Ye Xiwen could not help but wonder what sort of person the Old City Lord had been in the past, to possess such terrifying majesty. Even among Transcendent Realm experts, there were differences in strength. Clearly, the Old City Lord stood among the peak experts of the Transcendent Realm—unrivaled beneath heaven, far stronger than several Transcendent Realm experts Ye Xiwen had seen before. He was not much inferior even to the Feather Transformation Church Lord.

"He insulted us. I merely