Hearing the rebuke ahead, Cheng Yu looked up and saw a young man in lavish clothes, his face full of malice, leading a group dressed as retainers. Beside him stood two pretty women in equally elaborate gowns.
The group, led by the young man, glared at Snow Spirit with open hostility. Beneath his foot lay the beast Snow Spirit had been chasing.
Only now, the beast had no head. Its burst flesh and blood had splattered all over Snow Spirit's face.
The young man continued.
"I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"
As he spoke, the young man seemed to notice Cheng Yu behind Snow Spirit.
He first sized up Cheng Yu's clothing, but then fell back on his own common sense.
He decided that someone he truly couldn't afford to offend would never travel on foot. Even if they were out for pleasure, they ought to be riding in a carriage.
At that thought, the young man's lips curled. Nothing pleased him more than toying with these ants. The feeling of deciding whether others lived or died, entirely at his whim, fascinated him.
Even though his own cultivation was no better than that of the ants he despised, merely black iron, he had good parents. Everyone around him far surpassed him in cultivation, yet they still had to fawn over him, simply because he had good parents-and an even better ancestor.
Hadn't even the Sect's most talented Senior Sister been forced to climb into his bed for resources and cultivation methods?
Seeing his expression, Cheng Yu had no interest in talking. His fingers twitched, stirring the power of heaven and earth-the rules-of the Eternal True World. In that instant, one of the women beside the young man went pale and hurriedly cried out.
"My lord, spare-!!!"
Before she could