Subtle Disturbance (2)

This impassioned and vivid accusation immediately stirred the surrounding cultivators into righteous indignation.

"How outrageous! Bullying a weak woman—what kind of man does that make you?!"

"The secret realm is about to open, and you still have the mind to play the hooligan out here? You've completely disgraced us Rogue Cultivators!"

Several young-looking cultivators in pale robes were already flushed with anger, their hands unconsciously settling on the magical artifacts at their waists. A female cultivator with a neat high bun even stepped forward half a pace, her willow brows shooting up as she plainly prepared to intervene.

Even an old man who had been leaning against a black boulder with his eyes closed in meditation slightly opened his cloudy yet sharp eyes and cast the bearded brute a glance full of undisguised contempt.

Those who possessed truly profound cultivation and discerning eyes merely watched coldly from the sidelines. They had long seen that the woman in pink far surpassed the brute in cultivation. This performance of hers was no more than a cat playing with a mouse, so naturally, they could not be bothered to interfere.

Shen Yuxi watched with great interest, thinking that Zhu Yaoyao's acting had become increasingly refined. Had he not known her true nature, even he might have been fooled by that appearance of hers.

The brute's fury had already burned to the crown of his head. Spiritual power surged violently around him like boiling water, while thick black veins throbbed at his neck.

Ignoring the gazes of the surrounding cultivators entirely, he lowered his shoulders like a thoroughly enraged bull and charged at Zhu Yaoyao again with brute force that seemed capable of smashing everything in its path. That posture was not one of seeking an explanation—it was clearly that of a man who