The gods who had been fighting also stopped, staring tensely at Zhao Fu. They could sense the terrifying aura around him and understood that he was immensely powerful—far beyond their ability to oppose.
They had no idea why such a powerful person had suddenly appeared here.
Zhao Fu swept his gaze around and discovered four people radiating Profound Yin divine power. At last, his eyes settled on the woman in the long robe, because the Profound Yin aura she emitted was the strongest.
Seeing Zhao Fu turn his gaze toward her, the woman in the long robe was startled. She did not seem to have any connection with such an expert, so she respectfully asked, "May I ask what business you have with me, sir?"
The corners of Zhao Fu's lips lifted into a faint smile. His voice carried an overbearing dominance that allowed no refusal. "You belong to me now. Come with me."
Anger rose within the woman in the long robe. He had not asked for her opinion at all—he was simply being far too tyrannical. Who belonged to him?!
The others were also somewhat displeased, especially the frail young man and the young married woman in the red dress.
The woman in the long robe was someone the frail young man liked. Naturally, he would not allow anyone else to take her away, much less treat her directly as an object. Furious, he shouted, "I disagree! What gives you the right to take away the woman I love?"
The young married woman in the red dress also wore an angry expression. "Sir! This is a private matter between us. Please do not interfere. I must kill this woman."
The woman in the long robe had killed her man, and she hated her to the bone. She wanted