A smile appeared on the Northern Star King's lips.
It was a satisfied smile.
He suddenly chuckled, then said calmly, "Take off your clothes, turn around, face the front of the Northern Star, line up, bend over, and stick out your asses."
"Wow..."
Upon hearing this, Ping'er immediately flushed crimson, her heart racing as she trembled and said, "As expected of Lord Star King—so simple and brutal. He's going to sweep through an army of thousands."
Words like these were unbearable devastation for Lin Qingqing and most of the girls.
Once Ping'er obediently undressed, turned around, and faced away from the Northern Star King, more than forty other girls still stood rooted to the spot, utterly at a loss.
"Lord Star King, what do you mean by this?! We are from the Divine Tomb Cult—"
A tall, short-haired girl suddenly came to her senses and spoke indignantly.
Buzz!
Still smiling, the Northern Star King casually swept his hand. A storm surged forth, and amid a scream, the short-haired woman turned directly into drifting ash, leaving nothing behind.
His smile and cruelty were like two terrifying swords stabbing into every girl's heart.
"Babies, move faster." The Northern Star King spoke with practiced ease, smiling like a sovereign.
The girls were terrified out of their wits. Their minds went blank, and no one dared make another sound.
Including Lin Qingqing, everyone copied Ping'er, lining up according to the Northern Star King's demands, each raising herself higher than the last.
Lin Qingqing was the most frightened, because just now, she had nearly questioned the Northern Star King before that short-haired girl did.
"Such smart children!"
The Northern Star King was deeply satisfied. He was a simple and brutal man who disliked wasting words.
Those who obeyed could carry his shoes; those who did