Xuan Ming the monk tightly closed his eyes, his face flushing red with anger. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, so humiliated, so utterly disgraced! He, an accomplished Transcendance Tribulation Stage Great Cultivator and the Chief Great Elder of the Myriad Buddhas Sect's Elder Council—respected and mighty, with a stomp that could make the world shudder—was now being held hostage by a scoundrel, and in front of so many people at that… Alas, he no longer had the face to live on…
At that moment, all he could do was keep his eyes tightly shut and maintain his silence, playing the fool and the mute.
Xuan Ming the monk hated Gao Fei to his core; if he ever caught an opportunity, he would tear Gao Fei to pieces!
"Slap!"
Gao Fei raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap to Xuan Ming the monk's head, the sound crystal clear and audible for miles around.
"Ah!"