C832 Son of a B Tch

If not at the clubhouse, its spectral cultivators would definitely be able to endure all kinds of beatings. But now, what's the point of enduring it? I only stomped five or six times, and I already couldn't bear the pain anymore. So, I disarmed myself and surrendered.

"Stop, I said. . . "

"Then hurry up and fart. My patience is limited. Otherwise