This slap, full of force, was like a heavy hammer directly striking Lou An dumbfounded.
He stood there as if an immobilization spell had been cast on him, stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
At this moment, Qi Lechun was already brimming with anger, like a volcano on the brink of eruption.
His white hair and eyebrows flew wildly in his furious aura, like flags in a storm, revealing the turmoil in his heart.
The disciples of the Punishment Hall were initially aggressive, like tigers descending a mountain.
But now, seeing Qi Lechun in such a state, they felt like they had been doused with cold water, instantly sobering up, and stopped their actions.
