Tree King spoke confidently, "I am a Holy Son from the Half-Immortal Realm. As for this person, it is inconvenient to reveal his identity, but his status is far more terrifying than you can imagine. I'll give you a chance now—serve us well, and you will gain benefits beyond your imagination."
Shen Qianhua froze for a moment, then could not help but chuckle. "Is there something wrong with your brain? Do you think we're that kind of women? Besides, we all have men."
Tree King felt somewhat angry. Someone actually dared to insult him. If he had not currently lacked strength, he would have wanted to make a move directly and conquer these women.
Hearing that they had men, Tree King grew even angrier. What sort of man could possess so many beauties? He said, "Then who is your man? Call him out and let me see."
Shen Qianhua replied rather rudely, "Who do you think you are? You think you can see our man just because you want to? And you have no strength in your body right now. Believe it or not, I'll teach you a lesson."
The crowd erupted in an uproar. Shen Qianhua's temper truly was not to be provoked—she actually dared to say she would directly teach the legendary Holy Son a lesson.
Tree King was furious, yet he felt deeply stifled. His strength had yet to recover, but he did not want to swallow this insult. He took out a bottle of medicinal pills, intending to consume them and recover a little strength before teaching this group of women a lesson.
"Don't do that!"
Hao Dao interrupted Tree King with a smile, his eyes fixed on the women. Though he had never met Shen Qianhua, he had met Hua Ling and understood whose women