Zhou Xuan's words landed like a series of resounding slaps, mercilessly striking every person in the face.
Every word pierced their hearts!
He had ripped open the darkest, most filthy thoughts in their hearts, exposing them, bloodily, beneath the sunlight!
The faces of all the Chore Servants who had been shouting turned liver-red in an instant. They opened their mouths, but couldn't come up with a single word to refute him. Because everything Zhou Xuan had said was true!
"You're talking nonsense!"
At last, one of Chen Hu's lackeys—the Chore Servant at the Fifth Layer of Body Forging whom Zhou Xuan had sent flying with a single slap—jumped out in shame and fury.
He shouted, fierce on the outside but weak within, "You're a good-for-nothing! How could you cultivate so fast?"
"You must have used some dirty trick. Maybe you sold your body and latched on to some elder's—"
He hadn't even finished speaking.
"Silence!"
A cold voice rang out.
The crowd saw a blur before their eyes, a streak of afterimage flashing across the arena!
Smack!
A deafening crack rang out!
The foul-mouthed Chore Servant looked as if a raging demon beast had slammed into him head-on.
His body spun seven hundred and twenty degrees through the air. A spray of blood mixed with more than a dozen broken teeth traced a vicious arc across the sky!
Thud!
He crashed heavily to the ground more than ten meters away, his cheek caved in at a grotesque angle. He passed out on the spot.
The entire arena fell deathly silent.
Everyone, including Chief Steward Wang beneath the shade of a tree, stared in shock at Zhou Xuan as he slowly lowered his hand.
Too fast!
They hadn't even had time to react!
Zhou Xuan stood where he was, as if