This slap landed solidly on Kun Tu’s face, smashing his protective golden runes apart.

Kun Tu was then sent flying, smashing into the ground. As a result, a bottomless ditch appeared and continued beyond the horizon.

“So that’s the case. There has to be a rotation during the slap. This twist of the wrist causes the speed and power to rise greatly. Haha, I’ve learned it.” Mo Nian was watching intently. He understood Long Chen far too well and had long since been waiting for this attack, so he saw it clearly. Now, he was sure that he could master this technique.

“You know nothing about true power? Hahaha, that’s correct! Keep going! Beat him, beat them all! These feathered animals don’t know how high the heavens are!”...