It exuded a sensual, decadent air.
It was none other than his Dharma Form.
Killing intent surged, and the Hehuan Sect Master's expression twisted ferociously.
Waves of savage energy shrouded his surroundings.
Humiliation! Utter humiliation!
At that moment, he even felt as though the fiend's hair had turned yellow.
Although the Hehuan Sect excelled at the Dual Cultivation Technique and was rather uninhibited in such matters,
he was, after all, the master of a sect. How exalted was his status? No matter how overbearing this fiend was, he could not bully someone like this.
"Demon Venerable, aren't you going a little too far?"
His voice was hoarse as he forced down his anger and questioned him.
Fang Yang merely replied coolly.
"Too far? The Demon Venerable's might cannot be insulted. Since you provoked me, having your wife massage me is only right and proper. What, are you unwilling?"
"Of course I'm un-"
"I'm willing!"
The Hehuan Sect Master's face was filled with fury. Just as he was about to refuse, a sweet, plaintive voice reached his ears.
It cut him off on the spot.
He turned in astonishment, only to see his wife gazing yearningly at the Demon Venerable, her face seductive and her eyes wistful.
Her slender waist, small enough to encircle with his hands, swayed slightly. She actually seemed unable to wait.
Boom!
A thunderbolt from a clear sky. It was as though lightning had struck him.
At that moment, the Hehuan Sect Master's mind exploded.
All he could see was a sea of cuckold's green, frighteningly cold.
His eyes turned red.
He could even feel the people around him looking at him in astonishment and sympathy.
Even his enemies wore somewhat pitying expressions.
After all...
This was happening right in front of the husband...
"W-why?"
The Hehuan