Hearing the voice, Huo Wang, who was holding the child, froze and involuntarily turned his head.
Then, rather than being startled, he was delighted.
"Ha! Yangping, I thought a piece of trash like you had run away."
He still held the child in his hand, even unable to resist giving him a shake, as though greeting an old acquaintance.
What did it feel like to be held by the cheek and swung through the air?
Blood sprayed everywhere. The flesh of the child's cheek had been torn deeply apart, and the pain nearly made him pass out.
Yet his eyes were wide, fixed desperately on the charging Yangping. His mouth opened and closed without cease, trying to say something.
Unfortunately, with his cheek nearly torn off, the child could not make a sound. Other than the agonizing pain, his mouth had already gone numb.
In the corner, the two girls who had been slapped—half their faces swollen so badly they had been completely misshapen—cried out. They did not weep, scream, or beg for help.
"Brother Yangping, don't come over! Run! They want to kill—!"
Before they could finish, a glacial chill flashed through Huo Wang's eyes, and he gave a cold snort.
He was a True Immortal. Even a mere snort from him carried tremendous power.
Like a muffled thunderclap, it struck the two girls directly, blasting their tiny bodies into the air before they slammed heavily into the wall.
Scarlet blood filled the air. The two little girls went deathly pale, their organs rattling within them, all five viscera struck by the impact. Fortunately, they had already begun cultivating and were at the Foundation Establishment realm. Otherwise, that single snort would have been enough to kill them.
Seeing this, Yangping's pupils grew ever redder.
He could endure it no