Heaven-devouring Sword Emperor

Loong Che originally thought that Fong Lee was considering the problem from the sect's standpoint. But now, it seemed like he was overthinking it.    

"If that's the case, you deserve a beating."    

Loong Che was utterly disappointed. There really wasn't a single disciple in the Mountain-splitting Faction that he liked.    

"Don't worry. As long as you beat this kid up, I will naturally plead for Sect Leader's help."    

Soong Teng patted his chest and promised.    

As the First Senior Brother of Mountain-splitting Faction, his status was very high. Many disciples wanted to show off in front of him in order to get the sect's attention.    

"Thank you, First Senior Brother. Today, I will definitely beat this kid up so that his mother won't be able to recognize him!"    

Fong Lee's eyes suddenly narrowed. His eyes emitted a cold luster, and he stared at Loong Che like a poisonous snake.    

"Little bastard!"    

Fong Lee's voice had yet to fade. All of a sudden, a crisp sound of a palm was heard. It was so sudden that everyone was startled!    

Because the clapping sound was too loud and clear. Some people even suspected that it was not the sound of a slap at all. Because if that was really the case, then a layer of skin would probably be directly slapped off the face of the person who was hit!    

And the truth was, when everyone followed the sound of the slap and found the source. However, they discovered that Fong Lee, who had originally planned to attack, had actually covered his face with both hands at some unknown time. He stood there in a daze, his eyes rolling back as if he had been struck dumb.    

A moment later, the burning pain on his face entered his mind. Immediately following that was a miserable wail.    

Half of Fong Lee's face had swollen into a pig's head. Along with his wail. When he opened his mouth, a few teeth actually flowed out along with the fresh blood.    

All the surrounding disciples were stunned.    

They didn't even realize who had slapped Fong Lee just now!    

The person in question, Fong Lee, was stunned for a moment. That kind of pain made him furious. He wished he could tear Loong Che into pieces!    

"You dare to sneak attack me!"    

Before Fong Lee could finish his second sentence, the other half of his face received a solid slap.    

Before he could finish his sentence, he was slapped again.    

"I didn't sneak attack you this time, did I? Do I have to sneak attack you?"    

Loong Che crossed his arms and looked at this scene with great interest. The swollen pig head was hit very symmetrically by him.    

"Damn it!"    

Fong Lee's entire head was swollen. His head was a full circle bigger than before. Almost all of his teeth had fallen off. The pain in his heart had turned into a deep-seated hatred. He could no longer bear it!    

"Go to hell!"    

Fong Lee was beaten very badly. He could not even speak clearly. His foot stomped on the ground. The aura of a Battle Warrior Stage level 8 spread out in a radius of several dozen feet.    

His cultivation level was considered pretty good amongst all the disciples of Mountain-splitting Faction. When they saw how furious he was at this moment, many of them retreated far away. They were afraid that they would be affected by his fury and suffer unnecessary injuries.    

"If I don't kill you today, I swear I'm not a human!"    

Fong Lee was ashamed and resentful. He kept waving his hands. One flag after another intertwined in front of him. In the end, they formed a huge net that covered the sky and covered the earth and covered Loong Che.    

"Heavenly Net and Earthly Snare Kill!"    

Fong Lee seemed to have forgotten the pain. At this moment, his eyes were filled with hatred. The cultivation technique he used was also very powerful. The surrounding disciples were shocked and their mouths were wide open in shock.