With A Zi dead, Ding Chunqiu had no hostages left.
Thus, Ye Weiming no longer had any reservations. In an instant, he crossed the area shrouded in poisonous blood mist, swung his right hand wide, and cleanly delivered two resounding slaps to Ding Chunqiu's old face!
"Awwooo!~~~ Awwooo!~~~~"
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As a government employee, the quality Ye Weiming valued most was integrity.
If he said he would slap Ding Chunqiu's left cheek, then he would definitely slap Ding Chunqiu's left cheek!
Not just the left cheek, either. He had to slap the right cheek as well.
With the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!
The two consecutive slaps sent stars spinning before Ding Chunqiu's eyes and caused his health to plummet by a fair amount. However, the heavy blows also freed Ding Chunqiu from his stunned state.
Having regained his senses, Ding Chunqiu was furious that Ye Weiming had dared to slap him in public when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right ankle.
Looking down, he saw a steel needle threaded with red silk. At some point, it had passed through between his Achilles tendon and leg bone, then looped back to entwine with the previous four threads, tying a dead knot and firmly binding his tendon.
Ding Chunqiu was greatly alarmed, but before he could react, an even sharper pain shot through his left foot. Ye Weiming, standing close at hand, saw that Dao Mei had succeeded and drove the Juque Sword downward, piercing Ding Chunqiu's foot and nailing it firmly to the ground!
At the same time, Dao Mei on the other end of the red thread tugged hard...
One foot was firmly nailed to the ground by the Juque Sword, while the other was controlled by the Needle Crossing Technique. Ding Chunqiu's legs