The energy finally coalesced into the shape of a palm and struck Wang Meng's face. In no time at all, his face had swollen up like a pig's head.
It was an utterly suffocating feeling. Wang Meng would have rather been severely injured by Li Nian'er than endure such humiliation. He was fully conscious, and each of her slaps felt like it was striking his very soul, filling him with an anguish so profound he wished for death.
Moreover, with so many disciples from Duanjin Academy watching, his reputation was in tatters. How could I, their Senior Brother, ever face my juniors again?
In contrast, Ye Qingchen and Zi Xing were completely stunned. Zi Xing fared slightly better, having already witnessed Li Nian'er effortlessly neutralize Wang Meng's formidable attacks. He was at least somewhat prepared for her power.
