Although Jiang Shoutian was the clan leader and held immense authority,
there were still the High Progenitor and others alive throughout the Patrolling Heaven Clan.
Many old antiques valued rules above all else.
No one was allowed to break the rules.
Moreover, his own father held some status as well.
Thus, Jiang Zhe was not afraid in the slightest.
Watching Xu Zimo approach, he snorted coldly.
He rose to his feet and snorted again.
Looking at Xu Zimo, he said, "What? Are you planning to hit me?"
"Or is there something wrong with what I said?"
"If any sentence I spoke was wrong, you can point it out directly."
Jiang Zhe had something to rely on.
First, Jiang Rui's status was not low, and his strength exceeded Jiang Zhe's, so Jiang Zhe was unafraid.
Second, these days were the old madam's Longevity Banquet.
A Longevity Banquet was all about a favorable omen; blood could not be shed.
So he was certain Xu Zimo could do nothing to him.
But when Xu Zimo arrived before him,
Xu Zimo could no longer be bothered to communicate with him.
Xu Zimo raised his hand and directly slapped him.
Smack!
The slap was immensely forceful. Not only did it swell Jiang Zhe's cheek, it also sent him sprawling to the ground with a single blow.
Jiang Zhe was filled with rage and humiliation.
There were so many people present today.
Especially among the younger generation.
He had been slapped before everyone's eyes.
This would probably become a joke that countless people discussed after meals.
He would be reduced to a complete laughingstock.
He could not endure such humiliation.
Yet at this moment, a powerful force was suppressing Jiang Zhe.
His entire body seemed to be bound.
The strength within his body was sealed, even