C1672 A Slap

Su Yu stood poised between heaven and earth, casting a sly smile at Jiang Yunlong as he awaited the continuation of his performance.

Droplets of cold sweat incessantly trickled down Jiang Yunlong's face.

Under Su Yu's penetrating stare, Jiang Yunlong felt an overwhelming pressure mount inexplicably.

He found himself uncontrollably dabbing away the sweat that had gathered on his brow.

"So..