"Lin Tian!"
This time, there was some improvement.
With his previous "experience," he had finally managed to shout Lin Tian's full name this time.
Unfortunately, it did him no good. Those two words alone could not possibly express the denunciations and curses Yuanshi harbored toward Lin Tian at that moment.
Yuanshi felt that if Lin Tian let him go now, he could unleash a torrent of abuse for three days and three nights without repeating himself once. Never before had he found his mind as endlessly active as it was now.
His mind was racing, and he felt he had already come up with countless curses for Lin Tian. Some might even have been strokes of genius, guaranteed never to have occurred to any creature in the Primordial World before.
But it was useless!
Lin Tian had no intention of letting Yuanshi say another word.
No matter how Yuanshi glared at him with fire blazing in his eyes, Lin Tian's slaps kept landing one after another, leaving him no room whatsoever to perform.
Lin Tian subjected Yuanshi to one crushing slap after another. Yet as a Saint whose magic power remained undiminished, Yuanshi possessed recuperative abilities beyond the imagination of most living beings.
Thus, whether Lin Tian slapped his face swollen, knocked his nose crooked, or sent his neck cracking, Yuanshi could recover in an exceedingly short time.
Eventually, Lin Tian gained enough experience in slapping Yuanshi that he even began to settle into a steadier rhythm.
He delivered each new slap at the very instant Yuanshi finished recovering, ensuring the most perfect feel against his palm.
Under these circumstances, Yuanshi had no time to utter even a single word.
After all, even for a Saint, speech was ultimately a normal bodily function. Words could not simply erupt out of