Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rhythmic slaps rang out inside the palace.
Perhaps it was because the already insane Ou Yezi had possessed his second junior brother's body, but slapping his second junior brother felt unusually smooth.
Originally, he had merely been annoyed that his second junior brother, despite bearing the title of Child of the Plane, had actually let a crazed sword spirit take over his body, so he had given him a couple of slaps to vent.
Unexpectedly, the more he slapped, the smoother it felt. When he even saw that his true qi seemed to help wake his second junior brother, Ouyang held back even less.
Another reason was that blood-red sword intent enveloped Leng Qingsong's body, rendering gentler methods of transferring true qi useless. They could only rely on Ouyang's brute force to work a miracle.
With his back to the palace, Chen Changsheng concentrated on the Yellow Talisman Gate before him, seemingly deaf to the commotion behind him. The moment Ouyang delivered his first slap, Chen Changsheng had turned away, pretending to examine the Yellow Talisman Gate.
Though his back was turned to Ouyang, the Recording Stone in Chen Changsheng's hand was aimed precisely at Ouyang and Leng Qingsong.
After thirty-odd consecutive slaps, the blood-red color in Leng Qingsong's eyes had completely faded. A gleam flashed through his eyes.
The instant an illusory green lotus shattered the blood-red sword qi coiling around his body, Ouyang jumped aside.
The longsword clamped in Liang Zai's jaws let out a mournful cry. Ouyang vaguely saw a pale red shadow return to the longsword.
The illusory green lotus surrounding Leng Qingsong slowly bloomed, and green lotuses once again replaced his pupils.
The aura emanating from Leng Qingsong also rose wildly, reaching the ninth level Nascent Soul Realm in the blink of