The Imperial Guards all sucked in sharp breaths at the sight.
They knew Hua Chongyang had been truly enraged. The power of that slash was enough to split a thousand-pound boulder in two.
Yet, just as the blade was about to touch Yan Shuangfei's collar—
"Slap!"
Another crisp, resounding slap rang out, this one landing squarely on Hua Chongyang's right cheek.
The force behind it was no less than the previous one—if anything, it was even greater.
Hua Chongyang felt a piercing agony explode across the right side of his face, as though his bones were about to crack apart.
His body flew backward out of control once more. This time, he could not even steady himself before crashing heavily onto the ground with a dull boom that made the earth tremble faintly.
"Pfft—"
Another mouthful of bloody spit sprayed out, accompanied by a ghastly white tooth.
Hua Chongyang lay sprawled on the ground, unable to move for a long while.
Both his cheeks had swollen high, making him look like an inflated pig's head. The stench of blood filled his mouth, and the pain nearly made him faint.
"Bastard!"
Hua Chongyang struggled to raise his head, his eyes bloodshot and his expression crazed.
"If This Venerable One does not kill you today, I swear I am not human!"
Humiliation! This was a towering humiliation!
He was the dignified Commander of the Imperial Guards, his cultivation already at the Martial King Peak Realm, only a single step away from the Martial Emperor Realm.
Yet he had been slapped twice in succession by some snot-nosed brat—and had even lost two teeth!
Hua Chongyang glared fixedly at Yan Shuangfei, his gaze venomous beyond measure.
He absolutely refused to believe that his opponent had defeated him through genuine skill.
That brat had to