If it had only been one of them, it would not have been so troublesome. But when the three moved as one, advancing and retreating together, the problem became exceedingly thorny. With the three joining forces, even Quasi-Emperors stronger than them were rarely willing to provoke them.
Moreover, because they had no way to advance any further, their tempers had become exceptionally cruel and perverse. When ordinary people encountered them, they wished only to stay as far away as possible.
Thus, they had always acted with such reckless impunity. Many despised them, yet there was nothing they could do about them.
"So you do know us. Heh heh, what a handsome young man!" the old crone said, her eyes shining.
Although Ye Xiwen's looks were not especially outstanding, as his cultivation deepened, he naturally carried an indescribable charm. No peerless handsome man could compare to him.
The old crone was like an ancient glutton who had gone years without food, her eyes blazing.
A trace of disgust flashed through Ye Xiwen's eyes. The old crone's reputation was notorious. No one knew how many male concubines she kept, each one a renowned beauty among their respective races. Many had been seized by her, though some had come willingly. After all, becoming the male concubine of a Quasi-Emperor was not a privilege—or an opportunity—that just anyone possessed.
It would have been one thing if she sought out others, but she actually dared set her sights on him. She was truly courting death.
Did she really take him for an ordinary god?
"You old hag, I advise you not to seek trouble for yourself. Otherwise, don't blame me for being discourteous!" Ye Xiwen said, narrowing his eyes.
"What?" The old crone's body instantly turned cold and sinister, her expression incomparably ugly. Her already