Slap!
At that moment, Li Yun's figure landed. With a cold expression, he directly slapped Feng Wuyin across the face, causing half of Feng Wuyin's face to swell up immediately.
"Damn it!"
Feng Wuyin's eyes were bloodshot.
He had actually been slapped by Li Yun. This was an incomparable humiliation.
"Li Yun, do not rejoice too soon."
He gritted his teeth and said, "My master, along with the Crimson-Robed Holy Envoy and the others, are all within this underground palace. Once they discover you, you will not escape death either. If you know what is good for you, kneel down immediately and apologize to me. I might even put in a few good words for you. Otherwise…"
"Otherwise what?"
Before he could finish, Li Yun ruthlessly slapped him again. "Otherwise, what can you possibly do to me?"
Smack!
Li Yun's slap was merciless. The other side of Feng Wuyin's face immediately swelled up, making both sides of his face remarkably symmetrical.
"Well struck!"
