Ning Rongrong was stunned by the blow.
She covered her face and stared blankly at Tang San.
From childhood to adulthood, she had never even heard a harsh word spoken to her—yet someone had actually slapped her?
"How dare you hit me..."
Slap!
Another slap.
This time, it was a backhanded strike.
Ning Rongrong's other cheek swelled as well.
She collapsed onto the ground, her hair disheveled, no longer resembling a refined young lady in the slightest.
"I'm hitting you precisely because it's you."
Tang San crouched down.
He grabbed Ning Rongrong by the hair and forced her to raise her head and look at him.
"This slap was on behalf of your parents."
"To teach you what proper upbringing means."
"The next slap was on behalf of everyone you've bullied."
"To teach you what respect means."
Tang San's voice was devoid of fluctuation, as though he were merely stating a fact.
Ning Rongrong tried to struggle.
But beneath Tang San's iron-grip hand, her meager Soul Power was utterly insignificant.
"I won't kill you."
"Not because I don't dare to."
"But because I'm afraid you'll dirty my hands."
Tang San let go, allowing Ning Rongrong to slump to the ground like a puddle of mud.
He stood and dusted off his hands.
"Go back and tell your elders."
"Keep your own dog on a leash."
"If I hear again that anyone dares disrespect the Blue Silver King."
"I won't mind making a personal visit to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"When that time comes."
"It won't be as simple as two slaps."
Having said that.
Tang San did not spare Ning Rongrong even a glance.
He turned and walked toward the Cave Spider.
The Clear Sky Hammer rose high.
Boom!
The final strike fell.
A black Soul Ring slowly