Xia Feng raised his hand and slapped.
Ming Qi Shui, suddenly struck, was sent flying backward and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Ming Qi Shui was stunned by Xia Feng's blow.
Someone dared to hit him?
He found it almost unbelievable. The pain on his cheek told him it was real.
He had truly been hit.
How could this be acceptable? In this magical ancient city, someone actually dared to hit him?
"Young Master Ming."
"Young Master."
The three individuals beside him and Ming Qi Shui, all sent flying and crashing to the ground, rushed forward to check on him. Regardless of the truth, they gathered around him immediately.
However, they also admired Xia Feng's audacity. How could someone like this be struck?
His divine spark was surely forfeit.
"Hahaha..." Ming Qi Shui suddenly burst into laughter. He got up from the ground, looked at Xia Feng, and said, "Very good, this is truly amusing."
Then, with a terrifying expression, he spoke word by word, harshly: "From this moment on, I will make your life worse than death. I will play with your women in front of you, day after day, until you are utterly sated."
"Don't worry, you won't die anytime soon. I will subject you to the most brutal tortures in the world, making you understand that sometimes, death is more important than life."
Ming Qi Shui was completely enraged by Xia Feng's slap. While he said these words, in his heart, he longed to devour Xia Feng's flesh, drink Xia Feng's blood, and defile Xia Feng's women.
He had lived so long and had never been hit before. This was the very first time.
Xia Feng smiled and said, "Alright, I've noted everything you've said. You will all experience it shortly."
"Still spouting arrogant words when death is at your doorstep." Ming Qi Shui could discern Xia Feng's cultivation. He himself was a mere nobody, so cultivation was irrelevant as long as he had protection.
Protection?
Ming Qi Shui suddenly remembered that he had two Divine Emperor realm powerhouses protecting him. Why had no one stepped in to stop Xia Feng when he slapped him?
Did they willingly watch him get slapped?
Thinking of this, Ming Qi Shui's hatred grew for them as well, though he merely noted it down in his mental ledger, to be settled at a later opportunity.
"Guards, I've been hit," Ming Qi Shui suddenly shouted outside.
This roar could be heard even by people outside.
After Ming Qi Shui shouted, two people entered, both Divine Emperor realm experts, the ones protecting Ming Qi Shui.
"Young Master, what happened?" one of the Divine Emperor experts asked.
They had vaguely heard Ming Qi Shui say he had been hit.
How was this possible?
They had been outside all along, their divine senses constantly monitoring Ming Qi Shui. How could he have been struck out of the blue?
But Ming Qi Shui had already called for them, and they wouldn't care if Ming Qi Shui was truly hit or not.
"Are your eyes blind? This young master was slapped and sent flying. Can't you see?" Ming Qi Shui finished by pointing at his cheek.
The slap mark was clearly visible on his cheek, confirming he had indeed been hit.
This left the two of them confused.
Who hit him?
When did it happen?
Someone who could slap Ming Qi Shui flying right under their noses, what level of cultivation did that require?
At least late-stage Divine Emperor.
If not even a late-stage Divine Emperor could do it, it would have to be a Divine Sovereign.
Therefore, the two of them were momentarily bewildered.
"Young Master, who hit you?" one asked.
"Him. I want you to take him back to the sect. I want him to live a life worse than death, and take these three women with you as well." Ming Qi Shui pointed fiercely at Xia Feng.
Following the direction of Ming Qi Shui's finger, they saw that Xia Feng looked ordinary and displayed no discernible cultivation.
Perhaps he hadn't used his divine power, catching the equally weak Ming Qi Shui off guard.
Only this explanation made sense. If he hadn't used divine power, they truly wouldn't have detected it.
After all, their divine senses were only locked onto Ming Qi Shui; any divine power fluctuation would have alerted them.
If there were no divine power fluctuations, it would indeed be hard to tell.
"You dare to harm my young master? I'll break your arm first," one of the Divine Emperor experts shouted angrily at Xia Feng.
"Don't waste time with him, just attack."
Ming Qi Shui clutched his aching cheek. Why were they still chattering at a time like this?
If they were going to attack, they should do it quickly instead of being so sluggish.
"Yes, Young Master." The Divine Emperor expert immediately complied and lunged at Xia Feng, intending to break his arm.
Xia Feng looked at the person lunging at him, his face still adorned with a faint smile:
"Kneel."