"Smack!"

In the dark chamber of Dengxian Peak's Wendao Palace, a crisp slap echoed.

Han Jinmao, in a fit of rage, slapped the middle-aged man with such force that he was sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall before falling to the ground.

The middle-aged man got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the furious Han Jinmao with a smile instead.