"Amitabha, in broad daylight, how can you so brazenly barge in?"
At that moment, a Buddhist chant resonated.
A young monk entered.
This young monk was precisely Xia Liu.
"Who is this little monk? Get out of the way!!!"
Poison Hand coldly snorted as he looked at Xia Liu.
"Sir, you seem quite hot-tempered. Let this humble monk help you cool down a bit."
Xia Liu walked up to Poison Hand.
His face, kind and benevolent, revealed a set of bright white teeth.
Smack! Smack! Smack!!!
The next second, a series of sharp slaps abruptly sounded.
Xia Liu's hands moved with the speed of lightning, striking directly on Poison Hand's face.
Instantly, Poison Hand's face swelled up.
The scene unfolded too quickly.
Not only did the other people present not react in time.
Even Poison Hand himself did not react before his face was swollen.
"Is your anger gone now?"
Xia Liu looked at Poison Hand with a smile in his eyes.
"You... are asking for death!!!"
