Three Union Continent, Centaur Beings!

"My mother is the Myriad Flowers Anc—"

Before he could say the word "Ancestor," Mo Ni's sword tore through the air and pierced Hua Zhufang's heart. Bing Ling'er's flying needle plunged into Hua Zhufang's Mud Pill Palace, shredding his Primordial Spirit and soul. Miao Le's Green Wood Heavenly Sun Sword pierced his Nascent Soul, its Sword Qi burning it away.

"Ah!" Hua Zhufang screamed miserably. "No!"

"I only just became a Venerable. I refuse to accept this! I refuse!"

Miao Le snorted coldly. "Of the countless Female Cultivators you harvested and drained dry, who among them accepted it willingly?"

"Letting you die like this is already letting you off too easily."

Boom!

The three women exerted their power at once. Flames of magical power burned his flesh, Nascent Soul, soul, and Primordial Spirit. Hua Zhufang's Integrated Body Early Stage cultivation slowly melted away amid searing agony and blazing flames.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"You filthy bitches, if you have the guts, kill me!"

"I will—"

The Golden Plume Divine Chicken waved a hand, sending out a sword feather that pierced Hua Zhufang's mouth. Powerful Integrated Body Middle Stage Magical Power bore down upon him.

Hua Zhufang trembled violently. His body cracked apart bit by bit, his Primordial Spirit dissolved bit by bit, and his Nascent Soul shattered like porcelain. Amid piercing, bone-deep agony, he died bit by bit.

He was terrified. He trembled. He regretted. He was unwilling.

As death drew near, Hua Zhufang seemed to see thousands upon thousands of wronged female cultivator souls pouncing on him, devouring his divine soul and gnawing away at his soul.

The agony of having his soul devoured nearly drove him mad. Yet an Integrated Body Early Stage cultivator possessed formidable vitality. Under the three women's deliberate torture, Hua Zhufang