While everyone hesitated.
Fang Meiyun, who had originally been sealed, suddenly sneered.
"A bunch of grown men need to discuss it for this long just to fuck a woman? Trash like you think you deserve to cultivate the Dao?"
Her sudden voice gave the Eighteen Red Powder Daoists quite a fright.
This formation had been set up jointly by all eighteen of them. It was also the Rouge Path's signature technique, passed down for ten thousand years and never once failing.
Forget Fusion Realm cultivators—even Mahayana cultivators could be held up long enough for them to escape.
How could a cultivator below the Mahayana Realm possibly speak after being sealed by this formation?
"She can still talk?"
Wang Yunhe's expression shifted slightly. "This woman really does have some skill. She must be so ugly that she had no choice but to cultivate especially hard. Brothers, this is a genuine supreme tonic. Are you sure you don't want to make a move?"
"Brother, she's just... way too ugly. I can't feel a thing."
Heart Desire Demon Venerable reached down and adjusted his balls. He was a man who cared deeply about such details—their position had to be just right, or his entire body would feel uncomfortable. He could not even bring out fifty percent of his strength in a fight otherwise.
"Why not strip off her robe and see? What if?"
After saying that, Chen Xinruo approached Fang Meiyun and yanked off her robe in one go.
A huge mass of greasy, fatty flesh appeared before everyone.
At that moment, every face wore a complicated expression.
Cultivators pursued the Dao and strove ever upward. No matter how many hardships the world presented, they could overcome them all.
Only this... was truly impossible to stomach!
Qing Qi slapped his little brother hard