Bam!
Finally, after Sikong Jing landed ten slaps, he knocked Fu Jiaoxing to the ground.
Then he kicked Fu Jiaoxing in the knees, making him kneel before Beiwu City, with his face swollen and covered in blood.
"You could have slapped yourself ten times, but you insisted on me doing it for you."
"Fu Jiaoxing, just how despicable are you?"
Sikong Jing's voice echoed in Fu Jiaoxing's ears, then he looked at the people in and around Beiwu City and proudly said, "Let me emphasize again, my people from Canglong Small Domain are not lowly people, they are not ants; they are nobler than you."
Slap!
After speaking, another fierce slap landed on Fu Jiaoxing's head, knocking him to the ground.
The latter had an intimate encounter with the dirt.
After dealing with him, Sikong Jing turned coldly towards Guo Zixia and the others.
Their hair stood on end as they suddenly realized how terrifying Sikong Jing was, to have defeated Fu Jiaoxing so effortlessly.
