"Such a beauty; it should be the elder brother who enjoys her first!" a disciple of the Demon Sect said with a sneer.
"These people are indeed exceptionally beautiful. Playing with them would surely have a unique flavor, especially that descendant of Luo Shen!" Xiong Yingfei's lips curled up with an obscene smile, as he said to Yan Zhan, "Back then, you were as pure as a fairy and wouldn't spare me a glance. Today, I will strip you of your clothes piece by piece and see if you can still be as proud and sanctimonious as you were when you scream!"
"Hmm?" Yang Ji's brows furrowed, as he quietly stepped in front of Yan Zhan, rage boiling inside him. He looked at Xiong Yingfei and said, "I was going to punch you to death, but now I've changed my mind. I'm going to pull out your teeth one by one before I beat you to death with my fists!"
His gaze was ice-cold, and murderous aura surged in his heart more intensely than ever, making his robe flutter noisily.
