"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
"Speak now! Answer me! Why didnât you answer earlier?" Dantong rebuked, slapping again.
Slap after slap, Zhulinâs face swelled to the size of a fist, on the verge of tears.
You never even gave me a chance to speakâhow could I answer?
The three Transcendent Saints of the Demon Clan standing nearby didnât dare intervene, only watching as Zhulin was slapped endlessly.
Everyone in the Dragon God Palace was utterly dumbfounded.
Dantong shook his arm and cursed, "What kind of skin is this? Itâs making my hand hurt!"
"..." Everyone was rendered speechless.
Zhulin was almost infuriated to the point of vomiting blood.
"I... I already answered," Zhulin replied with his swollen face, completely unrecognizable, almost like a pigâs head.
"Did you? When? I didnât hear it," Dantong said in surprise, then looked at everyone in the Dragon God Palace, asking, "Did he answer me just now?"
Everyone in the Dragon God Palace shook their heads in unison, more synchronized than a military parade.
"Pfft!"
Witnessing this, Zhulin spat out blood.
"You saw it too; everyone in the Dragon God Palace shook their heads, showing you didnât answer me," Dantong shrugged with a cold smile.
"But you were just talking to me, so how didnât I answer?" Tears welled up in Zhulinâs eyes, feeling utterly frustrated and crazy.
"Oh, I see. You answered that you werenât mute. I was asking if you wanted to try my strength; that you havenât answered. You need to distinguish between the two," Dantong said with a bright smile, revealing two white teeth.
"Pfft!"
Upon hearing this, Zhulin spat out blood again, almost dying from anger.
"So, do you want to try my strength?" Dantongâs radiant smile instantly turned serious.
I want to try my ass!
This is suicidal!
Zhulin cursed frantically in his heart, but didnât dare show any change in expression, as his face had already swollen into a pigâs head.
But at this moment, Zhulin dared not remain silent, hurriedly saying, "No."
"Are you sure?" Dantong leaned in, looking at Zhulin with disbelief.
"Sure!" Zhulin nodded heavily.
In front of Dantong, Zhulin lost all his toughness, like a grandson seeing his grandfather.
"Did he just say he wants to try my strength?" Dantong asked, looking at everyone in the Dragon God Palace.
Hearing Dantongâs question, Zhulin was so frightened he trembled from head to toe.
Everyone in the Dragon God Palace nodded together.
"You saw that?" Dantong looked at Zhulin with a radiant smile.
Zhulin was bewildered, trembling all over. If his face hadnât swollen into a pigâs head, you could see his face turning green.
"Since youâre so eager to experience my strength, Iâll begrudgingly agree," Dantong sneered, at that moment, Zhulin felt an unimaginably terrifying wolf staring at him, his whole body turning ice-cold.
Zhulin retreated in terror, unable to deal with even Dantongâs slap, let alone Dantongâs terrifying strength.
Dantong walked over step by step, his face full of a radiant smile.
"What... what are you going to do?" Zhulin looked at Dantong in extreme terror, intense unease welling up inside him.
"Let you see my strength," Dantong said seriously, reaching out a hand slowly.
"Donât... donât come closer!" Zhulin said in horror, but found he couldnât move his body, his heart filled with the utmost fear.
Not sensing any power, yet Zhulin couldnât move as if Dantongâs hand wielded magic.
Unable to move in front of Dantong, with no strength to resist, and still daring to dream of witnessing Dantongâs power?
Simply seeking death!
"Donât worry, just letting you see my power," Dantongâs radiant smile looked like a devilâs grin to Zhulin.
Dantong lightly patted Zhulinâs shoulder, this action scared Zhulin out of his wits.
Even the Great Main God of Seven Stars turned to dust because of this gesture from Dantong.
"Ah!"
With a light tap, Zhulin screamed in terror.
"Donât panic, youâre fine, is there really a need to be so afraid?" Dantong sneered slightly, obviously teasing Zhulin.
Realizing he was still alive, Zhulin breathed a sigh of relief, but realizing Dantong was deliberately mocking him in front of everyone made his face flush with anger, but he didnât dare act out.
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
At this time, Dantong suddenly pinched lightly, and a cracking sound was heard, which changed Zhulinâs face immensely, followed by cries of pain.
With just a light squeeze, Zhulinâs shoulder bone shattered.
"Zhulin!" The faces of the three Transcendent Saints changed dramatically.
The Dragon God Palace members cheered wildly, knowing Dantong wouldnât easily spare Zhulin.
"What do you think? My power is quite alright, isnât it?" Dantong said with a radiant smile, then quickly grabbed Zhulinâs left wrist.
"Dantong! Stop!" Zhulin screamed in panic.
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
Dantong gave a slight twist and tug, another cracking sound was heard, Zhulinâs face twitched, and an intense, excruciating pain spread through his body, spurting blood, leaving Zhulin screaming in pain.
With just a twist and pull, Dantong snapped Zhulinâs left hand.
"Why are you so happy to see my power? Donât scream so loudly; just wait, youâll be even happier," Dantong mocked with a sneer.
This was just the beginning.
"Crack! Crack!"
"Ah..."
Dantong then crushed Zhulinâs right hand, chest, and both legs, exposing white bones, terrifying everyone caught in the spine-chilling screams of Zhulin, plunging all into despair.
Seeing a Transcendent Saint powerless before Dantong, with every bone shattered, everyone felt an extreme chill down their spine.
"So? Are you thrilled to witness my strength? Seeing you scream so loudly even makes me quite happy," Dantong asked, smiling.
Zhulin was on the brink of madness, always seeing the faces of Black and White Impermanence every time he looked at Dantongâs smile.
"Oh, right, I havenât even shown my strength fully, just wait a bit, I promise youâll be delighted, unforgettable for a lifetime!" Dantong continued with a cold smile, then struck Zhulinâs chest with a palm.
"No!" The faces of the three Transcendent Saints changed drastically; alas, they dared not stop or were too late to stop it.
"Stop, Dantong! Stop!" Zhulin cried out in desperation.
But Dantong gave him no chance.
"Boom!"
With one palm, Dantong blasted Zhulin, whose physical body turned to dust and vanished, leaving only a faint blue specter.
The soul of Zhulin!
Completely destroyed by Dantong.
The three Transcendent Saints and the dozen or so experts of the Demon Clan were terrified, realizing that such terrifying power was utterly vulnerable before Dantong.
"How is it? Did I lie? Are you very happy?" Dantong asked with a smile.