“Cough, how curious. Who could beat up someone from the everlasting families?” asked Long Chen.

“I actually don’t know. It wasn’t convenient for me to ask him such a thing,” said Zheng Wenlong.

That final slap of Long Chen’s had contained the true power of the eighth form of Split the Heavens. He had activated his divine ring, summoned his battle armor, and merged the power of his physical strength and astral energy.

The eighth form of Split the Heavens was something that unleashed a will to split heaven and earth, but Long Chen’s slap didn’t contain any killing intent nor imposing aura, which had made his opponent unable to sense the danger.

If it was a true killing blow, an expert would block or run based on their sense of danger. However, Long Chen’s divine face-slapping art was just that heaven-defying.

No, he wouldn’t kill you. He would just slap you. Compared to the pain of the body, the pain of the mind was far more unendurable.

Naturally, if Zheng Wenlong didn’t specifically ask, it meant that he didn’t know Long Chen...