Jing Kang couldn't stand the humiliation and turned to glare coldly at Ye Wushuang.
But the moment he turned his head, a hand came flying toward him.
SLAP!
A sudden backhand struck Jing Kang across the face with a crisp crack!
THUD!
Jing Kang's body flew like a scarecrow, the stone he was holding sent tumbling with him. He crashed to the ground with a muffled grunt.
The Taoo Hong Fairy whirled around, staring at Ye Wushuang, who had returned at some unknown point. She was stunned for a long moment.
"You damn peasant, you dare to hit me?"
Jing Kang scrambled up from the ground, clutching his face. His eyes turned red, brimming with rage and killing intent. He, the great Third Young Master Jing, had actually been slapped in public by a mere peasant.
"I'll kill you!"
