He Yanglei felt as if he was caught between a mountain and three tigresses, and his heart could barely hold out. Was this how he would die? The thought of dying at the hands of a beauty wasn't too bad, if only it was in a warm bed, in her loving embrace, not on this dastardly planet!
"Oh? Seems like you have a few foxes hunting you. You must be popular with the ladies, huh? What's your secret?" The white-robed cultivator chuckled, clearly amused by this situation. However, the undertone of greed and desire was laced in every syllable. Those blood-red eyes beneath his hood were like an ocean of flowing, hot blood. It tainted the very air it looked at with a bloody scent.
It was difficult to discern the figure's facial features, as there seemed to be a potent concealment formation beneath the hood, obscuring both visual and spiritual senses. Those malevolent, bloody eyes of his surreptitiously inspected the trio's figures.
