"Hmph, Monica, count yourself lucky this time. With the Grand Elder here, if this were anywhere else, you'd probably be finished." Only after Samantha and the other female demons saw Grand Elder Morlun leave did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Then she let out a cold laugh and stared at Monica, her hostility undiminished.
"Ridiculous. Without the Grand Elder here, you'd have been dead long ago. What right do you have to speak to me?"
Monica refused to yield.
Yet Samantha and the other female demons ignored Monica no longer, instead turning their gazes toward Xia Ping.
"Austin, you are mine. No demon can take you away from me."
"You won't escape this time. Even if you hide at the very end of the abyss, I will find you."
"Lord Austin, you will belong to me—forever."
Streams of divine-sense voices poured into Xia Ping's sea of consciousness, all transmitted by those female demons. Their desire to possess him was intensely fierce and domineering.
Xia Ping found this utterly strange. He seemed to have become a true beauty who brought calamity upon kingdoms, provoking countless female demon lords to fight until mountains collapsed and earth split apart.
Perhaps this was how those ancient devastating beauties—Su Daji, Yang Guifei, the elder and younger Qiao sisters, and Diao Chan—had felt when warlords fought to claim them.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
After saying this, the female demons left the place. Clearly, the Grand Elder's words carried immense weight, and few demons dared defy him.
"Hmph, I never expected your romantic history to be this rich. You have so many ex-girlfriends it could scare a demon to death."
Monica glared at Xia Ping through gritted teeth. Honestly, if she had known this bastard had so many ex-girlfriends and such complicated entanglements, why would she