Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 361: The Ancestor Slaps the Face

The man was startled and tore down the paper soldier, looking at it with even greater confusion.

"How did you come back on your own..."

And why was there only one paper soldier left?

He had thrown out seven paper soldiers at once just a moment ago.

"Because it was me who sent it back. If I hadn’t, I’m afraid not even one would have remained," came a voice, light and teasing with a hint of a smile.

As the man was pondering, he suddenly heard the voice in his ears.

He abruptly looked up and saw several people approaching from not too far away.

Seeing them, a sense of foreboding emerged in the man’s heart, and he stepped back cautiously while asking, "Who... who are you people?"

"Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?" Jiangli walked over, staring directly at him, "Who are you, and who put you up to targeting Yao Xuanhang who has no quarrel with you?"

Upon hearing this, the man understood.

"You... you’re people sent by Yao Xuanhang?!"

A trace of doubt and unease showed in his eyes.

He had never heard before that Yao Xuanhang had any dealings with people from the Xuanmen.

Tao Yicheng even told him that Yao Xuanhang usually didn’t believe in these things, knew nothing about the affairs of Xuanmen, and had no particular faith in daily life.

What was happening today...

"Who sent us is not important. What’s important is, who sent you? Hasn’t anyone told you that using Mystic Techniques to harm people is a deviant practice, despised by all?" Jiangli declared forcefully.

Yet, looking at her tender young face and listening to her crisp voice, the man felt hardly any fear at all.

Turning to look at the people beside Jiangli, just some kids, he didn’t care.

The man’s anxiety and tension dissolved into laughter, "Little brother, little sister, I advise you not to meddle in other people’s affair, or the one who ends up dead will be—"

"Enough with the nonsense."

Jiangli clicked her tongue, interrupting him while slapping the man across the face at the same time.

The man hadn’t even reacted before the slap sent him flying several meters away, crashing to the ground with a thud.

Xia Xin’s eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

What the hell...

Old Ancestor...

What kind of super-strong loli is this?

Xia Xin looked at Jiangli’s tender young face, swallowing hard.

It was difficult to believe that such a little girl could possess such enormous strength.

"Let me tell you, don’t waste your breath with me. Answer what I ask, and you might suffer less. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude," Jiangli said leisurely as she walked towards the man.

The man was average in appearance, with bean-sized eyes and a hooked nose, and the downturn of his mouth didn’t make him look like a good person.

Now, half of his face had completely swollen up, compressing the facial features on the other half, making his appearance even more disharmonious.

"You..."

The man glared with his bean-sized eyes, covering his swollen cheek, furious and round-eyed, attempting to say something.

Smack—

Another slap interrupted his words.

His other half of the face quickly swelled up as well.

Observing the now balanced face, Jiangli shook her wrist and said, "Still want to talk back?"

"You little brat, do you want to die!"

The man, coming to from being stunned, sprang to his feet, grabbed the Mage Sword in his hand, and slashed towards Jiangli.

Jiangli closed her eyes slightly, raised her hand, and in a flash, grabbed his wrist.

The next second, she swung another slap with her right hand, smacking it onto the man’s face.

The man struggled, trying to withdraw his hand, but Jiangli, like a super-strong loli, had inexplicable strength. No matter how much force he exerted, he couldn’t free himself from her grip.

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