"So what if I told you? Trying to scare me? I was raised in fear, a good dog doesn't block the road..." Ouyang sneered at Yang Zui and said.
"Clap clap clap!"
Suddenly, a series of slapping sounds rang out without warning.
Ye Hao looked sympathetically at Ouyang. Yang Zui had just made his move, and it was incredibly fast. Ye Hao felt that Yang Zui's palm technique was very familiar, almost like it came from the same origin, but the feeling wasn't very apparent, so Ye Hao dismissed it from his mind.
Everyone was puzzled by the clapping sound? Slap sound? Or what sound?
Ouyang was also stunned. What the heck, why did it just feel like dozens of palms were slapping his face? What was going on? Ouyang touched his face dreamily.
When he felt his face swelling up, he finally realized it wasn't a dream, he was really slapped.
He roared in anger at the thought.
"Who! Who did it, damn it." Ouyang roared loudly.
