"Are you serious?"
Ye Tianyang's expression changed slightly. He had personally experienced Ye Chen's power before and knew how terrifying he could be. However, being in the Heavenly Heart Palace, surrounded by various forces, emboldened him. He didn't think Ye Chen would dare to make a move here and sneered, "Of course I'm serious. Do you think I, a young master, have time to joke with you?"
"Very well." Ye Chen nodded, then slapped out with his hand.
Ye Tianyang's face changed as he tried to dodge, but the space around him suddenly froze, rendering him immobile. His whole body seemed voluntarily rooted in place as a crisp slap resounded.
Ye Tianyang was sent flying, tumbling over several banquet tables, instantly alarming many people in the Heavenly Heart Palace.
"You—"
Ye Tianyang got back up, but his face, now swollen from the slap, bore a distinct palm print that drew much attention.
