"Slap."
The next moment, a crisp crack rang out. Lin Yun covered one side of his face, staring at Ye Lin in disbelief.
He had only been polite to Ye Lin, but this guy... had actually hit him?
He had the entire Celestial Dragon Clan backing him, while Ye Lin? A piece of trash with nothing.
And now he had thoroughly offended his race. In the Heavenly Court, he had no one to rely on—yet this kind of trash actually dared to hit him?
"Slap."
Before he could speak, Ye Lin landed another slap across his face.
"Slap."
"Slap."
"Slap."
The next moment, Ye Lin struck with both hands, slap after slap raining onto Lin Yun's face. After several consecutive slaps, Lin Yun was utterly dazed.
At that moment, he had even forgotten how to fight back.
"You told me to hit you, so of course I hit you. I've never heard such an unreasonable request in my life."
"What? How were my slaps? How did they feel? How did they taste?"
When Ye Lin's final slap fell, Lin Yun's face swelled up at once. His eyes were filled with rage as he glared at Ye Lin, extreme fury suppressed within them.
"Ye Lin, you actually dared to hit me!"
Lin Yun roared, the power of laws weaving around his body as the pressure unique to a third-layer Golden Immortal bore down upon Ye Lin.
Ye Lin likewise took a step forward. Their two auras collided in the air, neither giving way to the other.
"You dared to hit me! I want you dead! I want you dead!"
With a flick of his hand, a long spear appeared in Lin Yun's grasp.
"You told me to hit you, so naturally I did."
"Now that I've really hit you, you're unhappy