"Well, look who we have here, worthless dump, you think you can stop me?"
"How's that? Thinking that just because you've got S-level strength, you can beat me?"
Sima Xuxu sneered coldly, casting a contemptuous glance at Bai Yan.
Then, Sima Xuxu blurted out what would become the most regrettable words of his life: "If you're capable, try hitting me! My Sima Family..."
"Swoosh~!"
The teacup in Bai Yan's hand suddenly shot out, before the crowd could even see him move.
All that could be heard was:
"Whoosh! Thud!"
"Ahh!!"
This was followed by Sima Xuxu's screams.
The teacup struck Sima Xuxu's face with great speed, instantly splattering his face as if it had been decorated by a dyehouse.
Nose, eyes, mouth—all were hit simultaneously, his whole appearance was like a broken vase, with blood, snot, and tears all gushing out together!
"You want me to hit you? That request of yours is quite lowly."
