"???"
Ouyang's face was full of question marks. He wondered whether something had gone wrong with his ears.
But as Mu Yunge's words fell, the young women, already glaring at the peerless sex fiend before them with shared hatred, clenched their teeth, drew their personal instruments, and formed an array around Ouyang and Hu Tutu.
Dozens of muscular, matronly aunties suddenly descended from the sky and slammed down hard in front of Ouyang.
"Hah! Hyah!"
The dozens of heavily made-up, muscular aunties punched in unison with a short shout. The sheer force of their swinging arms stirred a wave of air that made Ouyang squint.
Every single one was a cultivator above the Nascent Soul Realm!
These muscular aunties could give the muscle brothers on Punishment Peak a run for their money!
Where had Penglai Immortal Mountain managed to dig up these dozens of old spring onions? That really must have taken some doing!
The aunties' aged, decrepit faces were smeared with extravagant rouge and powder. Their taste was exceptionally terrifying, but even more terrifying was the way they looked at him.
As though they wanted to swallow him alive and skin him raw!
"Um... Mountain Lord... has there been some mistake? My master is Hu Yun!" Ouyang glanced at the dozens of aunties, whose appearances varied but all hit precisely the right spot to turn his stomach, and hurriedly called out to Mu Yunge.
Mu Yunge sneered. "Hu Yun's disciple? Then castrate half of him!"
What the fuck did she mean, castrate half of him?! She might as well cut it all off!
Drawing Liang Zai from his waist, Ouyang protested indignantly, "As one of the Nine Great Sacred Lands, isn't Penglai Immortal Mountain being a little too overbearing with this rule? What gives you the right to make