Diao Yiran waved her palms twice, a trace of disdainful laughter appearing on her face.
"Then come and try it. Let's see who slaps whom!" Lin Bai said with a cold laugh.
When Jiang Long heard Lin Bai's words, a bad feeling immediately surfaced on his face.
At once, Jiang Long had originally intended to make Lin Bai apologize.
But before Jiang Long could speak, a fragrant breeze suddenly swept past, accompanied by a sharp, piercing cry. Looking closely, he saw that Diao Yiran had already charged toward Lin Bai.
"You refuse a face when it's offered, so I'll have to give you two slaps to make you happy."
Diao Yiran let out a cold snort. She took one step forward, the fragrant breeze brushing past, and swung her palm straight at Lin Bai's face.
"Lin Bai, watch out!"
Tang Bufan hurriedly shouted.
"Hmph." Two flames rose in Lin Bai's eyes. In an instant, he transformed into an afterimage and vanished before everyone's eyes.
Jiang Long and the other warriors were all left gaping in shock.
Lin Bai had disappeared?
Tang Bufan was stunned as well.
Yet at that very moment—
A crisp slap rang out.
Jiang Long and Tang Bufan focused their eyes and saw that Diao Yiran, who had originally charged at Lin Bai, was suddenly sent flying backward. She crashed down ten meters away and rolled several times, scrambling helplessly across the ground.
When her face emerged, everyone saw a blood-red palm print on Diao Yiran's beautiful, flawless cheek. The slap had been so forceful that blood was even spilling from the corner of her mouth.
"How dare you hit me!"
Diao Yiran climbed to her feet and stared at Lin Bai in shock.
"This slap is me returning the one you gave Tang Bufan." Lin Bai