Long Chen’s slap almost blew Yu Zihao’s head off. 

“Long Chen!”

Even though Yu Zihao hadn’t reacted in time, his Brahma power had automatically parried the slap. Otherwise, the impact of that single slap would have killed him.

When he saw Long Chen appear out of that sphere of light, Yu Zihao’s head buzzed. A wave of realization surged through him.

“You dare to trick me!?” Yu Zihao roared furiously, each of his words dripping with bloody killing intent.

He, a disciple of Lord Brahma, had actually been conned. This was a humiliation he would never be able to wash away. As his fury erupted, a menacing aura surged, transforming the very color of heaven and eart...