Ying Guangping struck out in anger, completely forgetting that Fang Bai possessed strength not inferior to his own.
The dozens of Tianji Sect disciples spectating had always believed Fang Bai to be merely a mid-Cosmic Level Martial Artist, thinking that with a casual slap from Steward Ying, Fang Bai would likely be half dead.
The Tianji Sect disciples only wanted Fang Bai's Cultivation Resources; no one cared about his life or death. Watching Steward Ying smack Fang Bai, they each crossed their arms and laughed, waiting to see Fang Bai suffer a setback.
Indeed, the very next moment after Steward Ying's palm struck out, a figure soared high, arcing through the air in a parabola, and planted headfirst into a swamp not far away with a "plop."
"Look, that's what happens when that kid messes with Steward Ying! Hahaha..."
One of the Tianji Sect disciples pointed at the figure with his head buried in the mud and limbs flailing wildly, and burst out laughing.
