"The familiar slap."
Lord Nutouch Mountain was slapped, but it calmed him down instead; he carefully savored the Empress of the East's slap as if he understood something.
"So it is, is that it?"
Nutouch Mountain lay on his back on the shattered earth, looking at a diminutive figure near the corner of his eye, which was like an ant—Zongbu Mifei, the youngest of the Four Gods and the one with the strongest individual destructive power.
"You didn't attack, did you see it from the start?"
"Mm."
Chang'e, with her aloof nature, said indifferently, "She is Bai Yao, but also not."
Zongbu Mifei did not make a move, and among the four, it was only Yu Yuan Weng, with the lowest intelligence and the most stubborn personality, who truly got angry.
Lord Nutouch Mountain also got carried away while speaking halfway through, and that's when he decided to strike.
But that slap, it was too familiar.