The Manifestation of the Sacred Stone

Before Little Zhong Chi and the others could react, a middle-aged man had already rushed forward.

He swiftly lifted Little Zhong Chi, his palm swinging forcefully towards his buttocks.

“Smack, smack...”

The impact was earth-shattering, and Little Zhong Chi let out a wailing cry as if his buttocks were about to burst into bloom.

At the same time, he was astonished to find that despite his extraordinary physical abilities, comparable to that of a divine creature, he was no different from an ordinary person in the hands of this middle-aged man.

“You wild child, daring to cause trouble in Tianyu Mountain. Watch me spank your buttocks!”

The middle-aged man fumed, angered by the group of unruly youngsters defacing the sacred stone.

Why did this middle-aged man’s disciplinary posture resemble that of a stern parent scolding their own child?

Why did he choose to strike the buttocks, of all places?