C521 The Snow on the Winter of the Capital

Smack! Smack! Smack...

A series of sharp slaps echoed as five vivid crimson welts swiftly emerged on Han Shaofeng's cheeks, with blood trickling from the corners of his mouth.

Holy smokes! Han Shaofeng was so terrified of Ye Tian that he was actually slapping himself—and with such force!

The spectators were utterly astounded. Each one of them stood there