"Slap!"
Qinchuan slapped Changsun Gu's forehead and said arrogantly, "Who can't throw around threats? If you're capable, kill this young master right now!" With that, Qinchuan deliberately put his face close to Changsun Gu's, asking for a beating.
Seeing his annoying demeanor, Changsun Gu felt even angrier, truly wanting to gobble Qinchuan up in one bite.
He secretly circulated his qi, trying to break free, but what suppressed him felt not like a few stones but the entire Fusang Mountain, leaving him completely immobile. Instead, the suppressing force grew even greater.
Unable to move, Qinchuan, however, did not show any courtesy.
With both hands, he started a series of slaps on Changsun Gu's face, one after another.
Not until Changsun Gu's cheeks swelled up like a pig's head, beyond all recognition, did he step back.
Rubbing his wrists, he said disdainfully, "Since you're not killing me, can I leave now?"
"You... are seeking death..."
"Slap!"