Published: March 8, 2025
Uncle Wei's behavior was extremely strange!
Because he was charging forward with all his might, wanting to fight desperately!
Now, only fighting could wash away his humiliation! Regardless of victory or defeat!
He was about to explode with rage.
But no matter how he charged, he clearly felt that his speed was as swift as the wind, yet he was still stuck in place. Opposite him, Zixie Qing stood there, close at hand, but it felt as if she were worlds away. No matter how he tried, he couldn't reach her side.
However, the slaps from her were like a torrential storm, constantly hitting his face. The sound of slaps merged into a pleasant rhythm, almost creating music.
Uncle Han charged for quite a while, and the slaps he received were countless. Finally, he woke up to reality.
Could this be the legendary "A Thousand Miles in an Inch"?!
This was a heaven and earth secret technique that only a ninth rank supreme could comprehend! The so-called "A Thousand Miles in an Inch" creates a unique domain with overwhelming divine skills. No matter what your cultivation level is, as long as you are trapped inside, you could run for a lifetime and still not escape this confined space!
In a small space, a normal step could take you far; but once this domain was unleashed, even if you ran thousands of miles, you would still be stuck in place.
Uncle Han was immediately drenched in cold sweat, his mind became clear.
He shouted, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly turned to flee.
He was already in deep trouble today. If he continued to tangle with them, not only would Young Master Seven and the others perish, but he would as well. With that thought, he fled for his life.
He had turned his body, but he forgot that he was still within the domain of "A Thousand Miles in an Inch." Therefore, although he turned and ran wildly, he remained rooted in place, unable to move.
Zixie Qing frowned and said, "What’s wrong? Have you enjoyed getting slapped in the face? Now you want to turn around? Fine, I'll grant you your wish!"
She lifted her foot and kicked fiercely!
To the spectators, Uncle Han was simply presenting his face for the beating; and still not satisfied, he turned around, presenting his backside, inviting more kicks from her...
Everyone was dumbfounded.
We’ve known Han Supreme for many years, and we've never heard of him having such a masochistic tendency… What on earth is happening? It’s impossible for someone to become addicted to being beaten, right?
This was simply outrageous.
However, Zixie Qing provided a reasonable explanation: "You must be quite old, over a thousand years? Maybe around eighteen or nineteen hundred? Has it been so many years without anyone hitting you that you feel particularly uncomfortable? Now that I’ve hit you, do you feel it? Realizing that this feeling is unexpectedly fresh and unforgettable… So you keep asking me to hit you again and again?"
"Are you done? If you're done, get out. I'm getting tired of kicking you," Zixie Qing said.
While speaking, her foot showed no mercy.
Poor Han Supreme wanted to escape, but how could he? He could only brace himself and endure the kicks while shouting in anger and despair!
The composure he had earlier had already vanished.
Everyone watched, their eyebrows twitching. This was gruesome...
A dignified supreme figure was being beaten to a pulp, and he didn’t fight back at all.
Today's happenings were truly bizarre!
Moreover, while Zixie Qing was fiercely beating Han Supreme, she was also controlling Jin Si, holding down Lan Ruoyun, and monitoring the other seven to prevent them from escaping. It was a multitasking challenge.
Furthermore, her divine thought was still far away, paying attention to Wei Wuyan and his disciple's situation...
Finally, Han Supreme's curses gradually weakened.
Zixie Qing kicked him up into the air and then blasted him with a punch to the chest.
With a loud bang, Han Supreme flew far away, twitching on the ground before falling unconscious.
Zixie Qing had already scattered his cultivation!