บท 342: Face-slapping Starts with the Seventh Oldest

Ling Han had the absolute initiative. He hadn't activated the Eye of Truth, or else, Ao Jian Cheng's weaknesses would be plain for him to see. As long as their battle prowess wasn't too different, this would definitely be lethal, allowing him to win in a few moves.

After all, this was a Mystical Power.

"Impossible!" Ao Jian Cheng bellowed in anger. He was now near his full battle prowess, but he not only couldn't suppress Ling Han, but also lost the upper hand; he couldn't accept this at all.

Ling Han smiled slightly, and said, "Nothing's impossible, just behave and get slapped!"

"You wish!" Ao Jian Cheng was very conceited; ranking last amongst the Seven Sons of Ao Family was something he had to bear temporarily, and sooner or later he would soar into the skies. He hadn't soared yet and already suffered a heavy hit to the head, making everything look chaotic and gloomy.