"Want to take a swing?"
A flash of movement from Zhao Gongming put him once more in front of Yu Yuan, forcing Great Momentum to halt his forward charge, his eyes seemingly about to spew fire as he glared at Yu Yuan.
The latter, however, casually beckoned an Immortal over and handed her the wooden shovel he was holding.
Only after the Immortal had taken the shovel with a frown and left, did he leisurely wave his hand and use a mocking gaze to look at Great Momentum as he said, "If everything is indeed 'emptiness', why such a burning rage?"
Great Momentum's eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome face was twisted into a somewhat terrifying grievance.
He had thought that enduring those few slaps would allow him to win the debate, but he had never imagined that his opponent, a direct disciple of the Saint, would resort to any means necessary. To use such a lowly tactic as "feeding feces" at an event where the Immortal Gods of the Three Realms were gathered was beyond belief.
