Seven Kill Douluo, Chen Jianjun

After saying that, Qian Xunji turned to look at Yu Luomian.

"Your Holiness, this was truly a misunderstanding."

Yu Luomian hurriedly explained.

After several days of recuperation, he had finally recovered somewhat.

Yu Luomian had already regretted his decision to protect Yu Xiaogang.

Otherwise, this would never have happened.

To hell with the young sect master. My life is a life too.

There was no way he would let everyone die alongside Yu Xiaogang because of one person.

Qian Xunji's expression did not change in the slightest.

Yu Luomian relaxed inwardly, thinking that the Pope had finally calmed down and that the matter would be put to rest. He was even already considering how to explain today's events to the sect master once he returned.

However, in the next instant, Qian Xunji raised his hand and casually swung a slap.

Smack.

Yu Luomian was sent flying like a cannonball, spinning three full circles in the air before crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Half his face instantly swelled high, and his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

He lay sprawled on the ground, his mind buzzing. Even now, he was still dazed.

He had clearly explained everything. Why was this still happening...

Qian Xunji withdrew his hand and looked down at him, his tone icy.

"Did you really think you would get away unscathed? This slap is your lesson. I'm in a good mood today. Under normal circumstances, do you think you would still be standing here?"

Yu Luomian's lips moved, but in the end, he did not dare utter a single word.

He understood that before the Pope of Spirit Hall, a Soul Sage like him was utterly insignificant.

Scarlet King's strike earlier had already cost him half his life. Now, Qian