Living True Saints

The crackling slaps rang out. The purple-haired woman was locked in place, unable even to dodge. Even the white mist veiling her hazy face was scattered by the blows.

Nearby, the limit-breaking geniuses felt their scalps explode and goosebumps stand on end. To them, this was simply unimaginable: a True Saint's descendant was being slapped again.

There truly were loyal men and women who had grown up in Guixu Dojo. Some immediately rushed over and launched silent attacks.

A spindle-shaped exotic treasure shot toward the back of Wang Xuan's head, tearing through the void and arriving in an instant. Others drew their bows and fired crimson arrow feathers that specialized in killing primordial spirits.

Amid dazzling rays of light, the shield floating beside Wang Xuan flew up and blocked their ambush.

At the same time, he extracted three sets of fishing hooks from the purple-haired woman's body and cast them out. True to their name, the Karma Fishing Hooks followed the Karma Threads and killed instantly.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three blossoms of blood burst open. The brows of three young experts were pierced, their primordial spirits hooked out. One died on the spot, while the other two were dragged before Wang Xuan.

With two consecutive bangs, as the Xitian Shield came crashing down, the two primordial spirits shattered.

By this point, only a few limit-breaking prodigies remained. Not everyone feared death, but those few no longer dared make any move, their faces deathly pale.

The purple-haired woman had a small face, delicate and refined. Under Wang Xuan's enormous palm, it was entirely covered; it could now be called a "face-wrapping slap."

She was incomparably resentful, her eyes spitting fire. For her, this was humiliation unlike anything she had ever suffered. With a single word, she could once decide another's life