"You'd better let me go, or else when my powerful ancestor arrives, there'll be nowhere for you to hide," the woman said, answering without really addressing his question, her tone threatening.
Wang Xiaoqiang hated being threatened the most in his entire life. With a cold snort, he asked, "Who is this powerful ancestor of yours?"
"My powerful ancestor is a Heavenly Immortal," the woman said, lifting her swan-like delicate neck with a hint of pride on her face.
"A Heavenly Immortal, is that supposed to be scary?" Wang Xiaoqiang sneered with disdain, then smacked the woman's shapely rear, saying, "A Heavenly Immortal, really impressive? Now I've hit someone belonging to a Heavenly Immortal, so what can he possibly do to me?"
The woman had never allowed anyone to touch her there before, and now she'd been smacked solidly, with some mockery. This made her face flush with shame, and she shouted angrily, "You, shameless scoundrel."
