Wang Meng was taken aback. "Can't we talk this out? We're all Holy Hall Disciples, we can be reasonable."
"Reasonable my ass! Eat my hammer!"
The moment Wang Meng walked in with the hoe over his shoulder, Suo Ming brought a hammer smashing down toward his face.
The crowd cursed his shamelessness. Wang Meng looked startled, and the hoe bounced off his shoulder as if slipping from his grasp. It traced a graceful arc through the air and struck Suo Ming squarely on the back of the neck.
For a Body Cultivator, an attack like that should have been no more than a tickle, yet Suo Ming collapsed as if he'd been cursed.
"Sorry, my apologies. My hand slipped."
He hastily picked up the hoe and slung it over his back, but his hand "slipped" again. As fate would have it, the hoe smashed right into Suo Ming's mouth.
There was no scream, but Suo Ming's front teeth fell out. Wang Meng looked even more embarrassed.
