"Hahahahaha...
Bitch, I'll beat you to death! Let's see if you still dare act so arrogant!
Hahahahaha..."
Wang Zhu straddled Wang Zhu's soft, yielding chest without the slightest hesitation, swinging her neither large nor small hands and mercilessly slapping that exquisite face.
Every heavy blow sent a crisp, resounding slap echoing across the Martial Platform, while an insolent, smug smile never left Wang Zhu's lips.
Without a doubt, after a fierce, brutal struggle, the crown of victory still belonged to the graceful, flowerlike beauty before them-the ruthless Wang Zhu.
As the victor, she naturally possessed absolute authority and freedom to punish the loser severely, even to trample and humiliate her at will.
At this moment, the pitiful Wang Zhu lay gravely injured on the ground after suffering the merciless devastation of that incomparably sharp, chilling Blood Sword,
and before she could fully recover from the agony, she once again became the perfect outlet for Wang Zhu's anger and resentment.
Without a shred of pity, Wang Zhu kept swinging her snow-white hands, raining frenzied slaps onto Wang Zhu's already swollen, reddened cheeks.
Blow after blow left Wang Zhu dizzy, her ears ringing incessantly. Even something as simple as begging for mercy or admitting defeat became extraordinarily difficult, as though an invisible force had clamped around her throat, preventing her from making a sound.
"Senior Sister Wang is incredible! She's simply unbeatable! Keep slapping her hard, Senior Sister Wang!
You have to teach this stinking girl who doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is a proper lesson..."
The Azure Blood Sect disciples cheering from the sidelines were beside themselves with excitement, raising their voices in loud shouts and cheers.
After all, Wang Zhu was normally fairly kind and approachable when dealing with others in the