An Ironhanded Slap, the Devil King's Projection Shattered!

Riser gritted his teeth, every bone in his body creaking under the divine pressure.

But his pride as a young master of the Phoenix Family

would not let him submit to an ordinary human.

"You fraud!"

Riser growled, forcing himself upright against the invisible pressure.

An utterly contemptuous sneer spread across his face.

He haughtily stepped forward.

He extended his right hand, pointing his index finger straight at Tobirama's shoulder.

"A mere human dares put on airs before me?"

"Don't think some unusual gravity magic can intimidate a devil noble!"

Riser's voice brimmed with foolish arrogance:

"I am the Phoenix!"

"A noble being with an indestructible body!"

"I could burn a lowly human like you to ashes with a single finger!"

Pointing at Tobirama, he shouted:

"Now kneel and beg for mercy, and I might still leave your corpse intact!"

A trace of arrogance returned to the eyes of the women behind Riser:

"That's right! Lord Riser can never die or be destroyed!"

"Human, kneel before Lord Riser already!"

They shrieked their approval from the sidelines.

Tobirama's eyes were ice-cold.

He did not waste a single word.

His right hand slowly rose.

Then it swept through a great semicircle in the air.

A devastating slap,

accompanied by an explosive crack that tore through the air,

slammed into the blond Riser's haughty face.

SMACK!!!

The sharp, thunderous slap echoed throughout the clubroom.

That single blow

carried the divine might of Supreme Yang Release and the Perfect Sage Body.

The instant the palm struck Riser's arrogant face,

the bones on one side shattered into fragments.

His body

shot away like a cannonball from its barrel,

flying backward with an ear-piercing whistle.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Riser's tall, bulky body smashed straight through the clubroom wall.

Then he crashed through three thick stone