The Women's Formidable Strength

Hua Qiang stopped in his tracks, his face darkening.

Damn it, they had actually blocked him here. Did they really think he was a soft persimmon, easy to squeeze?

Leng Aoshan waved a hand, and the dozens of attendants behind him surged forward, surrounding Hua Qiang and his group.

"Kid, you dared to steal women from me? You really don't know how to write the word 'death,' do you?"

"I'll give you a chance. Kneel, kowtow, and confess your guilt!

Hand all these women over to me, then compensate me for my emotional damages. Once I'm in a good mood, sparing your life isn't impossible!"

"Shut up!"

"What the hell are you? How dare you yap at my master like that? Believe it or not, I'll tear your mouth to shreds?"

The hot-tempered Meila stepped forward before Hua Qiang could say anything. A faint layer of firelight flickered over her body, as though she were ready to fight at any moment.

Looking at Meila's back, Hua Qiang's mouth twitched slightly. It seemed that this maid of his had a battle-loving streak in her bones.

But her brain seemed a little too simple. Didn't she see how many people the other side had, or what their cultivation levels were?

He had just sensed it: that bastard Leng Aoshan had actually reached the fifth level of the Star Sea Realm.

Two others had even reached the seventh level of the Star Sea Realm, while the rest had all reached the Galaxy Realm. This was a powerful force, and the pressure it posed to him right now was immense.

Still, even if he could not win, he was confident that he could escape.

Kasha glanced at Hua Qiang, then swept her gaze over the vicious servants surrounding them. Her pearly teeth bit down