Seize the Martial God Hall

Xu Qing's movements were crisp and efficient, as though he were merely completing an everyday task.

With every slap, Soul Jade Saint King's exquisite cheek reddened and swelled at a visible rate.

The sharp slaps echoed across the plaza, and each one seemed to freeze the surrounding air for an instant.

The Windstorm Army soldiers stared in stunned disbelief. They had never imagined that they would one day see the dignified Soul Jade Saint King treated like this.

As for the many experts of the Martial God Hall, they were now silent as cicadas, wishing they could turn invisible on the spot.

Soul Jade Saint King herself went from rage to shock, then to despair.

Disbelief flickered in her eyes, as if she could not understand why any of this was happening.

She had considered struggling and fighting back, only to discover that the man before her possessed strength as unfathomable as the Nine Nether Cold Abyss.

She did not possess the slightest ability to resist.

"You... how dare you treat me like this!" Soul Jade Saint King roared, but her voice was already full of fear and helplessness.

Xu Qing acted as though he had not heard her and simply continued.

His gaze was cold and resolute, as though he were doing something perfectly natural.

Only after the tenth slap landed did Xu Qing finally stop.

He looked calmly at Soul Jade Saint King's face, now swollen beyond recognition, and a trace of satisfaction flashed through his eyes.

"Hand over the person I want," Xu Qing said coldly and firmly. "Otherwise, I don't mind continuing."

Soul Jade Saint King had now completely lost her former dignity and poise.

She could only cover her face, her eyes filled with venom and hatred, yet she did not dare resist in the