"Come out? Come out of what!"

Still feeling dizzy, Dongfang Yan saw that his sword had been captured and tried to pull it out forcefully.

However, Wu Er's strength was extraordinary, and even with all his effort, Dongfang Yan could not pull the sword out even an inch.

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

Seeing that the wisp of remnant soul did not emerge, Wu Er turned his gaze to Dongfang Yan.

The last time that remnant soul appeared was when Dongfang Yan was seriously injured, so it seems that Dongfang Yan is very important to that remnant soul.

Therefore, if we want this remnant soul to offer itself up willingly, we must start with Dongfang Yan.

Although he understood the key point, Wu Er still did not take action immediately, but wanted to give the remnant soul another chance.

Then Wu Er said again, "I'll say it one more time, you'd better come out on your own!"

This is yet another warning.

"Come out, what's coming out!"

Because his sword was taken away, Dongfang Yan was humiliated and therefore in a bad mood.

Don't be fooled by his usual upright demeanor; he can be quite swearing when he gets angry.

Then Dongfang Yan cursed at Wu Er, "You dog, let me go right now!"

"He even insulted me on his own initiative..." Wu Er just smiled when he heard Dongfang Yan insult him. It would be too low of him to get angry over those two vulgar words.

With that thought in mind, Wu Er stretched out his other hand.

*Smack!*

A crisp sound rang out, and Wu Er slapped Dongfang Yan.

This slap wasn't a personal vendetta; it was to lure out that wisp of remnant soul!

Wu Er is an immortal! Why would he be angry with Dongfang Yan? Why would he slap him first? Right?

Okay, actually this was Wu Er's deliberate revenge.

His heart is not as broad as it was hundreds of years ago. Of course, Wu Er will fight back against those who insult him.

The slap was quite forceful, turning half of Dongfang Yan's face bright red.

"That feels good." After slapping him, Wu Er felt good all over.

Wu Er then said, "That felt so good! It feels so good to beat someone like you!"

Even after living for seven hundred years, it still feels good to fight against this disgusting double-standard monster.

"ah!"

This slap stunned Dongfang Yan, and he loosened his grip on the sword.

He hopped and skipped, clearly showing that Dongfang Yan, who possessed the "protagonist's halo," had never suffered such humiliation.

Wu Er looked at Dongfang Yan and found that the wisp of remnant soul still refused to appear.

"Was the blow too light?"

After thinking about the reasons, Dongfang Yan was seriously injured and on the verge of death that time, while Wu Er's slap, although not light, was far from having the effect of being on the verge of death.

So, if we want to force out the remnant soul, we'll have to use even more force!

"The blows were still too light."

As he spoke, Wu Er slapped him again, and the sound that followed was even louder than the first slap.

"you!!!"

Dongfang Yan glared angrily at Wu Er, about to say something.

"I?"

Wu Er responded with a word, and then slapped him again.

After the first slap, perhaps feeling it wasn't enough, he slapped her again.

With those two slaps landing simultaneously, both of Dongfang Yan's cheeks swelled up, making him look like a pig's head.

No, you can't use a pig's head as a metaphor. At least a pig's head tastes good. Dongfang Yan can only disgust people!

After slapping him twice, Wu Er stopped for the time being.

Then Wu Er said to Dongfang Yan, "Hey, are you dizzy yet? If you're not, call your old man who's always with you out here!"

"I... want to know your name!"

Because Dongfang Yan's face was swollen from being hit, he could not speak clearly. He managed to utter four words, but no one could understand them.

"If only you had applied a little more pressure."

Wu Er raised his hand high again, seemingly wanting to slap Dongfang Yan again.

However, this time is different from the previous times. The previous slaps were neither forceful nor imbued with spiritual power, but this time the slaps were imbued with spiritual power.

Then Wu Er's raised hand began to glow, and a dangerous aura emanated from him.

If that slap had landed squarely, Dongfang Yan wouldn't have been seriously injured; he would have been reduced to ashes.

However, just as Wu Er was about to deliver the slap, Dongfang Yan's demeanor suddenly changed.

"Please go easy on me!"

Dongfang Yan's temperament changed, his voice changed, and even his eyes and demeanor changed drastically.

Apart from his appearance, he was practically a different person.

Judging from this, it seems that the remnant soul has possessed Dongfang Yan again.

"Finally willing to come out?" Wu Er lowered his raised hand. "Why didn't you come out sooner?"

"hehe."

Dongfang Yan... or rather, that remnant soul chuckled twice, then said, "Don't you recognize who I am? If I were to come out, how could I possibly survive?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Er frowned. He had initially thought this person might be someone he had met before, but it seemed to be an enemy.

Moreover, the familiarity of the remnant soul's aura and the voice made Wu Er feel uncomfortable, perhaps indicating that he had some past grievances with the remnant soul.

He slightly expanded his divine sense and then swept it over the wisp of remnant soul.

Under normal circumstances, Wu Er would not do that, because it would be impolite.

But it's a different story when it comes to those you have a grudge against; perhaps this could be considered a double standard.

After seeing through the remnant soul, several veins bulged on Wu Er's forehead.

"Fang Tianzhi, that's you!"

Wu Er was furious. When he learned the specific identity of the remnant soul, a fire of anger rose in his heart.

"That's right, it's me."

Dongfang Yan, or rather Fang Tianzhi, said it in a calm tone.

Perhaps he was so angry that a smile appeared on Wu Er's face.

However, this laugh was different from usual; it wasn't the playful laugh of ordinary days, but a laugh that could kill.

"I thought you had died hundreds of years ago. I never expected that your spirit would still be alive. This really makes me happy."

"Happy?" Fang Tianzhi nodded. "But, after all, my physical body dissolved too easily. I think you must want to kill me with your own hands, right?"

Faced with such a question, Wu Er did not shy away from it and directly expressed his thoughts.

"Of course, after all these years, I've matured, and I'd be happy to kill you again."

Upon hearing Wu Er speak his mind so frankly, Fang Tianzhi was taken aback and said, "You're much more ruthless than before, at least much more ruthless than when I first met you."

“Indeed.” Wu Er raised his head and softened his tone, putting on a disdainful look. “Over the years, I haven’t learned anything else but what ruthlessness is, and I’ve also thrown away my former saintly heart.”

This is the tone of a strong person speaking to a weak person.

Everyone says that Wu Er is usually not arrogant, but now he's putting on quite a show, releasing the pressure of an immortal that has even solidified the surrounding air.

If any mortal were to come here, they would likely die on the spot.

This behavior was Wu Er's way of wanting this Tianzhi to feel fear.

He wanted to make this enemy feel fear, powerlessness, despair... feel everything he had felt back then!