Lou Yi beat Fu Weiyi until stars danced before his eyes, and he screamed repeatedly.
"Red Hero, you're dead!"
Fu Weiyi was furious, wanting to fight back, but in an instant, he was forcibly controlled by the Grandmaster's domain, unable to resist at all.
'Smack, smack, smack!'
Lou Yi went up and slapped him back and forth, hitting him dozens of times.
In the end, Fu Weiyi's face was swollen like a pig's head, his facial muscles bulging, and almost all his teeth were gone, leaking air, blood flowing straight out.
"Is it recorded?"
"All of Fellow Daoist Fu's elegance is here."
"Very good, find a chance to let him see it.
Let everyone see the grandeur of the Major Sect Daozi." Lou Yi said calmly.
Fu Weiyi, beaten until stars danced before his eyes by Lou Yi, harbored hatred in his heart, a hatred that washing with three rivers or overturning five seas could not cleanse.
But what he cared about most at the moment was that translucent black crystal-like recording stone.
