"You... you... how is this possible! I am a princess of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, I have the purest bloodline! How can this man suppress me! This is absolutely impossible!"
Having transformed back into a fox, Little Daji widened her eyes and stared fixedly at Chen Zheng.
"Master, Master, Little Daji seems rather adorably foolish! Hee hee!" the girl in white giggled.
"Idiot."
Chen Zheng shook his head and raised his right hand, casually slapping Little Daji across the face.
CRACK!
The crisp sound of breaking bone echoed.
"Wah!"
Little Daji spat out a mouthful of blood.
SWOOSH!
She was sent flying backward, crashing into the barrier of Ziyun Mountain!
"What!"
"Little Daji lost!"
"What is this man's cultivation level?!"
"This man isn't just in the Nascent Soul Stage, he's terrifyingly powerful! He defeated Princess Daji with a single slap!"
"Run!"
The onlooking cultivators were scared witless, their afterimages scattering in all directions as they fled.
