Niu Er had failed to slap his own mouth, and the Golden Jade Hall disciples along with the surrounding onlookers burst into laughter.
Niu Er's face flushed bright red, filled with both shame and anger.
He was ashamed of his own cultivation, furious at Wang Tianrui, the Golden Jade Hall's chief steward, and enraged that Ye Zhen's dignity had been damaged.
Seeing Niu Er's crimson face, the curve of Wang Tianrui's lips rose even higher. He looked with great interest at Ye Zhen, who was seated there, his eyes brimming with provocation.
Martial artists ultimately spoke with strength.
If your skills fell short, what could you do?
If Ye Zhen truly had the nerve to go complain to several Supreme Elders, then Wang Tianrui would concede.
But if he did that, Ye Zhen's dignity and authority as the Dharma Hall Supreme Elder would likely be utterly gone.
Likewise, many Five Immortals Sect disciples who had rushed over after hearing the news stood at the entrance of Golden Jade Hall, their faces full of tension and astonishment.
They had come hoping that if Ye Zhen, the Dharma Hall Supreme Elder, personally stepped in, he could ruthlessly deal with this gang of bullies from Golden Jade Hall and recover the cultivation resources that had previously been deducted from them under all sorts of pretexts.
Everyone was watching Ye Zhen, watching this Dharma Hall Supreme Elder.
Whether the prestige of the newly established Dharma Hall would collapse like a breached dam or inspire people to look up in reverence depended on Ye Zhen's next move.
Seated in the broad grandmaster's chair, Ye Zhen's expression did not change in the slightest. He slowly took a sip of tea and merely uttered three words, "Slap him again!"
The surrounding Five Immortals Sect disciples were dumbfounded.