High above, the power of a thousand Disaster Stars suddenly erupted, blazing with dazzling light. Just as they were about to crash down with overwhelming momentum, a crisp snap rang out. The Disaster Stars instantly lost their strength and wilted, their boundless golden-red radiance scattering as they reverted to ordinary stars, only to be cleaved apart and blasted into pieces by tens of thousands of Opening Heaven Axes.
The second round—the Opening Heaven Axe won!
The Opening Heaven Axes dispersed into the sky, and the swaying space high above slowly settled.
Below, Ying Huo was still trapped in the shock of being slapped in the face by the True Dragon's tail. It had only been an avatar, but even an avatar should not have been treated that way.
A sage had been slapped, and by an ancient immortal at that! Not only was this unprecedented, it was something never before seen since time immemorial. When had anyone ever seen a sage slapped across the face?
Never. No sage had ever been slapped by an immortal. Ying Huo was the first.
Though being struck anywhere on the body was still being struck, a person's face was where their image—and even their dignity—resided. It was a sacred and inviolable place. A sage's face was even more exalted, so exalted that merely letting others look upon it could damage the sage's dignity. Yet that sacred, inviolable face had actually been slapped hard by Zhong Shan today.
It had been an ear-splitting slap, its crisp crack shaking heaven and earth.
From this day forth, Zhong Shan's name would surely resound throughout the world of the living. Who could possibly be more impressive than a man bold enough to slap a sage?
No wonder almost everyone was dumbfounded at this moment.
They all stared at