Li Su showed no hesitation. He gave the man two more resounding slaps, and with two loud smacks, shattered both his cheeks.
Though he had asked what the other party was doing, Li Su actually knew.
What he could not understand was how a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, with the cooperation of a dozen-odd others, had managed to damage the rules of the Heavenly Moon Grotto.
It was like a few ants destroying a war chariot—simply impossible.
Even Li Su himself, at his current level of strength, could not accomplish such a thing.
Yet this fellow had actually done it. It was fucking absurd!
Hua Zhengtian was utterly stunned by Li Su's slaps. Only when searing pain erupted from his cheeks did he come back to his senses.
Then he nearly went mad—mad with rage!
As a heaven's favored genius, when had he ever been treated like this? From the moment his Five Elements Dao Body had been discovered, he had been like a bright moon in the night sky, surrounded by stars.
Not only his junior brothers and sisters—even the elders of his sect had doted on him beyond measure.
Let alone beating or scolding him, they had always spoken to him softly.
And now, he was being held down and slapped twice in the face, each blow incredibly heavy, as though his neck were about to be snapped apart.
Without question, the last time he had received such treatment was decades ago, when demonic cultivators had slaughtered his entire family.
In an instant, Hua Zhengtian's eyes reddened, and twisted emotion spilled out of him.
He stared fixedly at Li Su, his gaze seemingly ready to devour flesh. Though he did not say a word—and could not, with his jawbone already shattered—the meaning in his eyes could not have