The Azure Shadow Sword trembled incessantly.
Ye Qinghong's eyes were icy, as though a layer of snow had frozen within his pupils. He stared fixedly at Guan Qinghan, surrounded by layer upon layer of Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi rippled, viciously sharp!
It could practically tear everything to shreds.
Gong Yajun likewise bit her lip, watching Guan Qinghan jealously.
She wished she could kneel on the floor right now and sway gently.
She would use all of Shadow Moon Convent's peerless arts to give this woman a good look.
At just... who could better dispel the Demon Venerable's killing intent, and who could bring him greater pleasure.
So what if you're a Holy Maiden? I'm the Abbess of Shadow Moon Convent.
Sometimes...
The years give a woman greater allure.
Silence. Deathly stillness.
Inside Purple Moon Tower, all was quiet, without even a crow's cry or a sparrow's chirp. Everyone watched as the fairy-like Heavenly Demon Sect Saintess was defiled by this fiend just like that.
They could not help gritting their teeth!
Their teeth practically itched with hatred.
They became all the more certain that what the Heavenly Demon Sect Saintess had said earlier was true. This fiend had indeed sullied her, and even now, he would not let her go.
He truly deserved ten thousand deaths!
The crowd felt both awe and jealousy.
Only the Hehuan Sect Master, the Ghost Lantern Sect Master, the Corpse Controlling Sect Master, and the others watched Fang Yang warily, their expressions grim.
Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the Demon Venerable, they wondered whether he was forcing himself to keep up appearances or truly was uninjured.
And just then...
Under everyone's gaze, Fang Yang waved his hand.
Clatter!
A chair landed directly before him.
His black robes billowed as he settled into it.