Next to her, Ziyin was already stunned. Half-Saint? How could there be such a powerful Half-Saint? She couldn't even move away from Shi Chenhua's hands, but Shi Chenhua was trampled like mud under her feet, without even the slightest bit of movement.
I don't even have the strength to resist.
It was in chaos, it was all in chaos, Ziyin felt that her years of training were all in vain, and her knowledge of the strength of the Holy Order was completely overturned.
"Ziyin, why don't you step on your feet? It's very enjoyable." Ling Chuxi said to Ziyin who was still in a daze. It's better to have fun alone than to have fun together. Good things must be separated from friends.
"Oh, okay." Ziyin threw her doubts behind her and said excitedly. She was stepping on the holy steps. This was something that was unthinkable before. The opportunity was right in front of her and she couldn't miss it.
To be honest, after seeing Shi Chenhua's miserable condition, Ziyin's hatred for him had become much lighter, but she was immediately immersed in the excitement and longing of stepping on the holy steps.
"Wait, stop, I have something to say." While Ling Chuxi was speaking, Shi Chenhua turned over and stood up with a pig's head on his head. He couldn't be stepped on like this anymore, even if he couldn't be stepped on, he would still be in pain.
Die.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was delighted to find that he could actually speak, which meant that he could scream a few times if it hurt.
Hmm... Shi Dae Shao Shao is probably the first person in all of history to be so happy because he can scream.
"Bang!" A delicate fist quickly enlarged in front of his eyes and landed hard on the tip of Shi Chenhua's nose. Two blood arrows flew out.
With golden light flashing in front of his eyes and his mind buzzing, Shi Chenhua fell straight down.
"Concentrate on being beaten. If you have anything to say, we'll talk later." Ling Chuxi retracted her fist and ordered.
"Oh." Shi Chenhua responded out of nowhere.
"I'm here." He saw a beautiful figure that had faded in his dream for thousands of times, carrying his countless dreams and desires, leaping high, and the next moment, a foot fell on his face.
Speaking of which, this was really a slender and beautiful foot that could not be grasped, but when it fell on his face, he could not appreciate it in his heart.
Only then did Shi Dae Shao understand a truth. It turns out that dreams and reality are always two different things. The perfect things in dreams may not be so beautiful in reality. Not only are they not beautiful, they are simply terrible.
"Ouch..." Shi Chenhua originally wanted to scream, but Ziyin stepped on his mouth. This miserable scream was still not uttered. Halfway through, he was blocked again.
It's such a bully. He's so vicious and doesn't even let people scream. Is there any justice here...
The feeling of stepping on the holy steps is indeed different. It can be seen that although Ziyin has the strength of a semi-saint, his actual combat experience is even worse than Shi Chenhua, and he has no skills at all. But at this time, he is immersed in the excitement of stepping on the holy steps.
Even though he was in the middle, he performed beyond his level. Every kick was exerted with great strength, and he wished he could punch two holes in the ground.
Poor Shi Chenhua, who didn't have the posture of a saint-level master, was trampled to the ground like a dead dog, with blood and snot on his face. The clothes he found specially for the sake of being arty were also covered with mud. It was really terrible.
The more embarrassed you are, the more miserable you are, and the more miserable you are.
"Sister Chu Xi, you won't trample him to death, right?" Ziyin asked uneasy.
"Don't worry, it's not so easy to die on the holy ladder. Just step on it as much as you want." Ling Chuxi stomped on Shi Chenhua's nose again, but she was full of confidence in him.