(Third update)
The Elephant Armor Sect's Third Elder was at least eighty years old. His once-thick fat had withered away along with his aging muscles, leaving nothing but wrinkled skin hanging from his body. It was utterly disgusting.
At such an advanced age, he was still throwing wild, uninhibited parties like young people. It truly opened Yang Ming's eyes.
Of course, when the Third Elder removed his face-covering gauze and discovered three strangers had broken into his home, his reaction was as sharp as ever. He immediately summoned his Diamond Mammoth Martial Soul, preparing to undergo Martial Soul Possession and knock Yang Ming's group down first.
The Third Elder gave Feng Baobao and Cat Girl Duoduo a lecherous grin, already secretly considering how he would enjoy these two little beauties later.
The Third Elder's reaction was fast enough, but Feng Baobao was faster.
"Smack!"
Qi flooded Feng Baobao's right palm as she viciously slapped him with a Palm Thunder-infused hand. Yang Ming's eyelids twitched as he watched, nearly thinking the Third Elder would be slapped to death.
Her palm struck his face, lightning crackling and hissing across the Third Elder's cheek as the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Along with it came a surge of excruciating pain.
The Third Elder's head snapped to one side. A charred palm print was left on his face, while blood mixed with saliva and broken teeth sprayed from his mouth. He was, after all, a Spirit Douluo. Even though his strength had declined with age, he barely managed to steady himself and was not sent flying by Feng Baobao's slap.
A trace of resentment flashed through the Third Elder's aged black eyes. He was one of the Elephant Armor Sect's few Spirit Douluo experts. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
*I'll