It was hard to imagine that a palm the size of a baby, which looked as soft as cotton, was actually merciless when it was slapped.
This small slap caused Jingze to shift back in the core world for a full hundred miles. His entire body slid against the ground, directly ploughing out an abyss.
It was just a simple slap, but Jingze was already dizzy from the slap. A trace of fear finally appeared on his calm face. It was a fear that came from the depths of his soul.
Because this slap was too familiar to him. Since the last time he was slapped, it was like a memory that was carved into his bones, making it hard for him to forget.
When he stood up from the bottom of the abyss, even though Jingze had tried his best and tried to convince himself that the other party was just a little baby, there was no need for him to be afraid, however, his body still couldn’t stop trembling.