Ning Rongrong did not seem to have expected that, harmless as Wu Feng looked, once she grew serious, the killing intent rising from between her brows would bear a faint resemblance to her third brother, the Thousand-Hand Asura.
Time seemed to stop, and everything froze in place.
Who knew how many years it had been since anyone had defied her like this? At that moment, Ning Rongrong truly wanted to strike Wu Feng herself and slap the insolent little girl dead.
But she could not do that. It would bring the entire mission Tang San had entrusted to her crashing down.
Although Tang San was still her third brother, anyone could see that more than twenty years in the Divine Realm had changed him completely.
A troublemaker like her could act up however she pleased before people she could bully, but when it came to risking interference with Tang San's plans and being held accountable by him, Ning Rongrong did not dare.
"Speaking insolently and defying your senior-you deserve punishment!"
The next moment, a golden light slowly appeared, seemingly about to fall upon Wu Feng at any instant.
"Please wait, Senior."
Chen Ping hurriedly spoke up. "As the saying goes, a son bears his father's punishment, and a husband bears his wife's. Since Wu Feng offended you with her insolence, I should be the one you strike."
"Hmph, now you know to come forward with a few painless words?"
Seeing Chen Ping, who had seemed lost in thought all this time, suddenly speak up, Ning Rongrong's tone carried a measure of disdain.
"In that case, I shall reward you with a few extra lashes and see whether you still want to play the hero."
Crack! A long whip formed from golden light lashed viciously across Chen Ping.
Chen Ping gave