Gulp!
As he felt Darryl's wrath in his eyes, Watson shuddered and swallowed hard.
Darryl was the Elysium Gate's Sect Master, and he would keep his words. Back in the Hexad's school hall, Darryl had vowed to destroy Kunlun in three days in front of all the powerful cultivators, and he really did it.
The Tucker Cult was only a second-class family of cultivators. If Darryl wanted to destroy them, he could do it in minutes.
However, Watson changed his mind. Darryl was only a prisoner at that moment, so Watson was bolder with his actions.
"F*ck you!"
Watson yelled out loud as he slapped Darryl brutally on his face without any warning.
Slap!
The slap had contained all of his wrath. He made Darryl stumble and almost knelt on the ground. Darryl's face immediately had a red handprint on it.
Watson grimaced; Darryl was too despicable. Not only did he not heed his words, he even turned around and threatened him instead. It was unbearable!
Gasp!
Lily trembled. She exclaimed and cried. "Stop it! Stop it! Do not hit my husband!"
Celine frowned; she was extremely furious as well. At the same time, she felt a warm feeling in her heart.
Darryl could barely protect himself, yet he still stood up for her.
Woo!
Darryl gritted his teeth and glared at Watson. He was livid, yet he had to suppress the anger in his heart.
'F*ck! If I were not heavily injured, or if my internal energy had been fully recovered, or if I could unseal my acupoints, I would not let such a despicable person like Watson humiliate me!'
However, as long as Celine was safe, Darryl would not mind enduring those slaps.
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