"Zhao Tie, what kind of madness are you up to?"
"The tasks I gave you yesterday, not a single one was completed. Do you still want to stay in this Artifact Refining Hall?"
But no matter how Steward Wang cursed or reprimanded, Zhao Tie remained unmoved, standing still.
"Why aren't you speaking, have you turned mute?"
"Alright, alright, do you really think I can't deal with you?"
Under the gaze of many servant disciples, Zhao Tie dared to openly ignore his words, which infuriated Steward Wang to the point of laughter, and he immediately delivered a heavy slap.
The crowd heard the whistling sound of the palm wind, and their expressions changed slightly.
Steward Wang is harboring murderous intent!
His palm was powerful and carried tremendous force; if hit, even a foot-thick bluestone would turn to dust.
And Zhao Tie only had the Body Refining Fourth Layer cultivation, how could he withstand this palm?
