After learning everything, Hun Changqing had no interest in continuing to watch the woman indulge herself. He planned to capture her and force out the Palace Lord behind her.
A chill, sinister cold surged around Hun Changqing, instantly spreading throughout the city.
Under its assault, everyone below shuddered, fear spreading through their hearts.
Yet the feverish, savage expressions on their faces did not diminish. Like wolves and tigers, they lunged toward the woman in the center, as though even death mattered less than enjoying themselves with the young woman before them!
These men had lost their minds, but the woman remained perfectly lucid. At that moment, she sensed a tremendous threat, and her hair stood on end.
Bang!
She abruptly rose and slapped away the three men still clinging to her, writhing incessantly, their faces lost in intoxicated bliss and their eyes rolling upward. They burst into clouds of bloody mist in midair.
She raised her head, her beautiful eyes taking on a bloody hue, and looked toward Hun Changqing above her in the empty sky, letting out a shrill cry.
"Who are you? How dare you ruin my fun?!"
Her only answer was a whistling Silver-Patterned Palm.
At the sight of the enormous palm blotting out the sky, terror struck her heart. Abandoning her threats, she hurriedly circulated her demonic qi to resist it.
Yet the surging demonic qi did not slow the palm in the slightest. Instead, it made its descent even swifter.
"You're at the Samsara Stage?!"
Only then did the woman realize what she faced, crying out in horror.
Without another thought, she hurriedly took out a jade slip and crushed it.
The jade slip dissolved into countless motes of light drifting through the air, but at the same time, the enormous palm seized her body