"Hmph!"
Wang Zhu, whose tears had already run dry, snorted coldly and stared daggers at Ying Ming Hao as he laughed wildly before her, her eyes gleaming with a chilling light and intense killing intent.
She silently swore that if she could not avenge this blood-deep hatred today, she would rather be denied rebirth for all eternity!
After all, how could anyone who successfully entered the Azure Blood Sect and became its disciple possibly be a kindhearted soul?
Every last one of them treated bloody slaughter as a necessity of daily cultivation. They were Demonic Path cultivators through and through, no different from those infamous evil sects such as the Corpse Puppet Sect and the Joyous Union Sect.
At the sight of this, Ying Ming Hao's cheeky grin instantly turned somewhat awkward, but he chose not to meet Wang Zhu's hostile gaze head-on.
Instead, he made a show of lightly rubbing the back of his head, as though he had not noticed her at all.
After all, things had already come to this. What else could he do besides keep pretending...?
What Ying Ming Hao never expected, however, was that despite his best efforts to act as though nothing had happened, Wang Zhu clearly had no intention of letting him off easily.
Enduring the intense pain in her body, she desperately broke free of Qiu Yajing, who was trying earnestly to stop her, and walked straight up to Ying Ming Hao. Thrusting out her chest, she shouted indignantly, "Hmph! You shameless bastard! Don't you love groping people? Then come on!
"I'll let you have a good feel right now! Let's see how long you can keep at it!
"If you don't dare reach out and touch me, then you really are a turtle hiding its head in its shell!"