"Useless good-for-nothing! Without your father, what else can you do?! With such pathetic skills, you still dare throw your weight around before me? Have you ever weighed just how capable you really are?"
Xia Ping looked down at Chang Chi from on high, simply staring at him.
"You, you!"
Chang Chi was so enraged that smoke practically rose from his nostrils. He could not utter a word. That slap from Xia Ping had pierced him to the marrow; it felt as though every cell in his body were being gnawed apart by ants.
As the son of the Soul Hall Lord, he had been pampered since childhood. When had he ever suffered such pain? Much less been sent flying by a single slap, losing two or three teeth in the process.
This was simply an unparalleled humiliation!
"Not convinced? You still dare glare at me?! I'll cripple your third leg and turn you into a eunuch. Let's see whether you'll still refuse to submit, or whether you can still become Hall Lord in the future."
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. Suddenly raising his foot, he kicked straight at Chang Chi's crotch, like an elephant trampling down.
"No, no, no!!!"
Chang Chi let out a shrill scream, like a pig being castrated. His eyes nearly popped from their sockets. If that most important part of a man were crippled, he might as well be dead.
Even if he became the Soul Hall Lord in the future, it would hold no meaning. Faced with three thousand beauties in his harem, he could only look without being able to do anything. That was simply the greatest torture in the world.
Moreover, if he became a eunuch, he could never become Hall Lord at all. No one would be willing to serve beneath a