"What's the rush? Your turn will come soon enough. Can't you see I'm still hard at work plowing?
Look at you, impatient as a monkey, even more frantic than an ant on a hot pan. What's the rush? Your turn will come soon enough."
Wan Junming spoke with utter impatience. He could not even be bothered to raise his head and kept sweating away at his labor.
Psh! Psh!
Holding a blade, Ying Ming Hao lightly patted Wan Junming's body a few times with its blunt edge, but Wan Junming was clearly so immersed in pleasure that he could no longer pull himself free.
Seeing this, Ying Ming Hao immediately targeted the Dantian in Wan Junming's abdomen and struck before thunder could reach the ears. The razor-sharp tip pierced Wan Junming's Dantian with the unerring precision of a lightning bolt.
At the same time, Wang Zhu beneath him was not spared. The sudden attack pierced her Dantian as well.
In an instant, a heart-rending, utterly horrific scream resounded throughout the space. "Aaaah... what shameless bastard dared to sneak up on me..."
Wan Junming's voice seemed ready to pierce the clouds, filled with pain and rage.
By then, he had lost all the strength needed to stand or struggle and could only submit to the slaughter.
Another dull sound followed. Just as Wan Junming tried to push himself up from the ground, Wang Zhu suddenly thrust the Long Sword in her hand at him. With a muffled psh, Wan Junming was brutally pinned back to the ground, unable to move.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wan Junming, oh, Wan Junming, and you, Wang Zhu of the Joyous Union Sect, along with that Zhou Ji who's gone who knows where-you really know how to have fun!
Six men and two women? What an