Chapter 1297: Face-Slapping Binger Zhao
Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated
The Black-White Millstone appeared in Qingfeng's mind and shook uncontrollably, as if it ate something yummy.
The white whirlpool became to tremble when the Black-White Millstone appeared, like it encountered its natural enemy and wanted to flee.
Everyone around looked on with shock and confusion when they saw this.
The white whirlpool was extremely domineering when it was swallowing everything, but now it looked like a rabbit at the sight of a wolf; it ran off faster than anyone.
"Did I see clearly? The white whirlpool is fleeing? Why would it do that? It's a spiritual attack on the level of a saint!"
"You are seeing this correctly, I saw it too! The Black-White Millstone from Qingfeng's body is stronger than the white whirlpool! It is easily overpowering it."
"Qingfeng is truly too powerful! He always manages to surprise us.
Everyone around discussed endlessly as they looked at Qingfeng with surprise. They hoped that Qingfeng would defeat Binger Zhao and destroy her white whirlpool.
The white whirlpool wanted to flee, but naturally Qingfeng's Black-White Millstone would never let it get away.
The Black-White whirlpool shot forward like a bolt of black lightning with white sparks inside, and it immediately caught up to the white whirlpool.
The Black-White whirlpool began rotating like the Eight Diagrams of Taiji, and emitted large amounts of Yin-Yang energy.
The black represented Yin, and the white represented Yang.
After the Black-White Millstone engulfed the white whirlpool, it didn't stop at all and remained like a bolt of lightning as it struck towards Binger Zhao.
It moved like a black-white whirlpool that contained the gravity of a blackhole, which intended to swallow the Saint's Drum. The Saint's Drum wanted to flee but was unable to.
The Saint's Drum was a saint's treasure and was immensely powerful during the ancient era, but before the mysterious Black-White Millstone, it was like a defenseless little ant.
In an instant, the Saint's Drum had entered the Black-White Millstone.
The white Saint's Drum screeched in pain inside the Black-White Millstone. It was only a dharma treasure but it contained its own consciousness. Once it was sucked into the Black-White Millstone, it would disappear forever.
Only after a few seconds, the screams of the Saint's Drum disappeared as it was entirely engulfed by the Black-White Millstone.
The Black-White Millstone formed into a bolt of black lightning once more, and returned back to Qingfeng's mind, disappearing.
Everyone around was shocked as if they had just seen a ghost.
"Whoa! Even the Saint's Drum was defeated by Qingfeng! How powerful is this guy?" Everyone discussed with disbelief.
In reality, Qingfeng was shocked himself and couldn't believe it.
Qingfeng naturally knew the powers of the Saint's Drum. It was created from a saint level demonic beast's skin, which contained invincible energy that could engulf all. However, the Black-White Millstone easily swallowed it.
Qingfeng was wondering what this powerful thing inside his mind was.
At the same time Binger Zhao was shocked, standing there dumbfounded.
Binger Zhao could never imagine that Qingfeng could swallow her Saint's Drum.
She thought she had met with tragedy. Ever since she met Qingfeng, nothing good has happened. First the Refinery King Kettle was shattered, and now the Saint's Drum was eaten.
Qingfeng was her arch nemesis.
Qingfeng looked at everyone's frozen shock with hints of joy.
He was the first to recover from shock. He couldn't miss this chance to punish Binger Zhao, and let this woman feel the consequences of offending him.
He stepped heavily on the ground with his foot, and flew up into the air like lightning, and suddenly appeared before Binger Zhao.
Binger Zhao's expressions changed and woke up from the shock, but it was too late.
Qingfeng had already appeared before her, giving her no chance to respond.
Qingfeng reached out with his right hand, and, swinging an arc with immense energy, his five fingers slapped onto the right side of Binger Zhao's face.
With a slap sound, five-finger prints appeared on Binger Zhao's face. It was very obvious, as it bruised her attractive face and left a mark.
Everyone around saw this and was once again shocked into a dumb state.
"What did we just see? The Sword Emperor Sect's princess, Binger Zhao, was slapped by Qingfeng?"
"Qingfeng is too arrogant, how could he slap Binger Zhao, the princess of the Sword Emperor Sect?"
"That's it, I don't like Binger Zhao, but her status is still there. Qingfeng is bound to be targeted by the Sword Emperor Sect after that."
"Sigh, I do feel sympathy for Qingfeng. I admire him, but now he will never stay alive."
Binger Zhao's face turned green when she heard the gossip. She was the Sword Emperor Sect's princess, and with great status and privilege, no one in Huaxia's self-cultivation world dared to do that to her.
"Ah! Qingfeng, how dare you slap me?! I'll kill you, kill you, kill you!" Binger Zhao roared in anger, and her eyes filled with murderous rage.
Binger Zhao wanted to chop Qingfeng into eight pieces to release her anger.
"What a stupid woman, you still want to kill me after all this? With all that you've got, do you think you'll be able to manage it?"
Qingfeng smiled coldly with mockery in his eyes.
Slap!
Qingfeng raised his left hand and slapped Binger Zhao on her left face, and it turned her left face swollen and red. Just like her right side, there were five clear red fingerprints.
Now the two sides of Binger Zhao's face were symmetrical, swollen like two red dinner rolls. Her once pretty face was no more; she was now a cranky bag lady, without any of the class and grace that the Sword Emperor Sect's princess should have.
Qingfeng was invincible, powerful, and glorious. Binger Zhao clearly wasn't his opponent.
The saint's treasures in Binger Zhao's hands had already been shattered, and, with no ability to stop Qingfeng, her face was brutally beaten up by him.