Who do you think you're talking to?

Yaoshi Buddha's entire Buddha body swayed violently from that slap. Another fresh red welt swelled across his already puffed-up face. He staggered back two or three steps before barely steadying himself!

His eyes widened, filled with confusion and disbelief.

I... I already said all that! I brought up my status, my realm, my seniority! How does he still dare hit me?! How does he dare?! Is he really not afraid of retaliation from all of Western Heaven?! Does he truly have no scruples at all?!

Yaoshi Buddha roared inwardly. The burning pain in his face felt like the cruelest mockery, trampling the dignity of a Buddha into the dirt.

He took a deep breath and forcibly calmed himself, consoling himself inwardly: Forget it, forget it. Maybe he acted on impulse. Young people were hot-blooded; after one slap, he would probably have vented his anger. Let him off, let him off...

But the moment that thought arose—

"Slap!!!"

Another backhanded strike!

This slap landed on the other side of Yaoshi Buddha's face!

Yaoshi Buddha's whole face trembled violently. The swelling had already distorted his once-solemn Buddha visage beyond recognition. From a distance, he looked like a boiled pig's head forcibly stuffed into a monk's robe.

He covered both cheeks, and undisguised terror finally appeared in his eyes!

He still isn't stopping?! One slap wasn't enough, and now he's following it up with a backhand?! This young man... this young man has no regard for rules at all! What does he want?! Isn't he afraid—

"Lin..."

Yaoshi Buddha opened his mouth, wanting to say something threatening, to salvage some dignity, to make one final struggle.

But Lin Zhu gave him no chance to speak.

Lin Zhu tilted his head slightly and looked at Yaoshi Buddha's pig-swollen face as though he were looking