"It was nothing special." Zhou Tong sneered. If this was the extent of Lu Xiaotian's methods, then today he might as well teach Lu Xiaotian a lesson. After all, Lu Xiaotian had started this mess. As Zhou Tong fended off the Demon-Suppressing Tower, he simultaneously tried to control his flying sword and attack Lu Xiaotian.
But the smile on Zhou Tong's face soon froze. One Demon-Suppressing Tower after another shot out, their spiritual radiance linking together as a single expanse. Their mountain-heavy pressure bore down entirely on him. Zhou Tong's breathing instantly seized, and his whole face flushed red. He barely had enough strength to resist the pagodas' suppressive force, so how could he possibly spare any energy to control his flying sword?
Smack! A resounding slap struck Zhou Tong across the face. His left cheek immediately swelled until it looked like a pig's face.
Smack! That first slap was not the end. Another followed.
After a succession of slaps, Zhou Tong's face was no longer even human-shaped. Mo Xue of the Void Heaven Sect and the several Nascent Soul Cultivators present could not bear to look. A Nascent Soul Cultivator had actually been beaten into this state—where would he put his face in the future?
Peng Yishan was even more horrified inside. His strength was not much different from Zhou Tong's, yet Zhou Tong had been utterly powerless to resist under Lu Xiaotian's hands. Even with himself joining in, he would probably only be courting humiliation.
"Lu Xiaotian, one day, I'll make you repay today's humiliation twofold!" Zhou Tong's eyes were wide with rage, his bloodshot gaze fixed on Lu Xiaotian. Ever since he had embarked upon the path of cultivation, no one had ever humiliated him like this.
"From the moment you forced me to leave the Moonwatch