Bai Tianwu's face darkened at the contemptuous words muttered by the disembodied voice.
Even though he could not see the figures amid the surrounding darkness, he simply obeyed and slapped himself hard.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
His slaps rang out continuously and in rapid succession, each imbued with a strange force capable of disfiguring metal.
He had infused his spiritual origin energy into every slap as he pummelled his face.
Consequently, his face had suddenly swollen after the cumulative effect of these slaps.
More importantly, the disembodied voice did not seem satisfied until approximately five minutes had elapsed.
"Now that's good, we can hear what you have to say," the voice in the dark intoned.
WHOOSH!
A somewhat fierce wind blew as if a space had materialized outside, summoned by the presence of the three mysterious figures within.
At last, as if bathed in moonlight, the room took on an eerie glow.
