"Does your face still hurt?"
Xiao Yi looked at Liu Yu with a mocking expression. These simple six words made Liu Yu's face stiffen, freezing him in place.
The surrounding powerhouses were also all staring at Liu Yu and Xiao Yi with astonished expressions.
What did that mean?
Does your face still hurt?
What happened to Liu Yu's face?
Under the gaze of numerous eyes, Liu Yu's face fluctuated between pale and flushed. He had been fiercely slapped several times by a mysterious person at the entrance to the holy realm. It was a matter of shame, and he had not mentioned it to anyone. Even Qi Bing, who appeared right after he was slapped, didn't know about it.
How could Xiao Yi know that he had been slapped?
At this moment, Liu Yu didn't associate Xiao Yi with the mysterious powerhouse who had slapped him.
After all...
He was a dignified expert of the Supreme Venerate Realm, how could he be slapped by a junior and not even see the perpetrator's face?
In a whirl of thoughts.
