(Ah Yin · Beautiful picture 1)
At that moment, Flender felt nothing but searing pain across half his face. His head buzzed, and the blow had left him utterly dazed.
Clutching his badly swollen cheek, Flender struggled up from the ground, his face throbbing with pain and his mind filled with confusion.
What the hell was going on?!
He was a level seventy-eight Soul Saint!
How had that blond pansy suddenly appeared right in front of him and slapped him across the face?
No matter what, he, Flender, was still a level seventy-eight Soul Saint.
Even a Soul Douluo couldn't possibly thrash him so easily!
Unless...
For a moment, fear and panic welled up inside Flender.
No way!
Could that blond pansy have been a Titled Douluo?
Just then, Yu Xiaogang hurried over to Flender, helped him up, and asked anxiously,
"Flender, are you all right?"
"I... I'm fine!"
With half his face swollen, Flender could barely speak clearly. He wanted to cry, but no tears would come.
Standing a short distance away, Chrysanthemum Douluo gave a cold snort.
"If you dare speak insolently again, I won't stop at a slap. I'll send your head flying off your shoulders!"
While Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke,
Lin Hao had already walked over to the counter, picked up the plate crystal, and set down ten Gold Soul Coins.
"I'm taking this crystal!"
"The money's on the table!"
After picking up the plate crystal,
Lin Hao ignored Tang San, waved his free hand, and turned to leave.
Zhu Zhuqing, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo followed close behind.
Watching Lin Hao leave with the plate crystal, Tang San was so furious his eyes nearly split at the corners. He clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his palms, rage boiling inside him.
Yet he