"It's my turn."
Master Xueyin grabbed Si Yangze and threw him to the ground. Her attack was different; she mercilessly stomped on Si Yangze's face with both feet.
Although she had changed into a Taoist Robe, she hadn't changed her shoes and was still wearing a pair of red high heels. How could being stomped on the face like that not be agonizing?
"Ah… Seniors, why are you beating me? What have I done wrong?" Si Yangze shouted in anger.
"We'll talk after the beating," many of the cultivators sneered and shouted.
They swarmed him and kicked wildly, treating Si Yangze like a soccer ball. They had also secretly bound his cultivation level, leaving him utterly incapable of resistance.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
"AHHH!"
"HAHAHA!"
Zhang Bin couldn't help but burst into laughter, his face filled with gratification.
