The Hehuan Sect Master gritted his teeth and naturally reached an arm around his wife's waist, but the moment he touched her, the Sect Master's Wife stepped straight back.
As though she had suffered some humiliation.
She cast an infatuated glance at the Demon Venerable and snapped.
"Stop putting on that act. Do you really think I don't know what you've been doing all these years? Virgin boys, virgin girls, countless evil deeds. I find you filthy..."
"Besides, you aren't even fit to carry the Demon Venerable's shoes. All these years of what you call frantic effort couldn't even compare to a single breath of the Demon Venerable punishing me hard."
"Your cultivation technique is over far too quickly..."
Each rebuke stabbed into the Hehuan Sect Master's chest like a knife.
They tore away his hypocritical mask, leaving his chest so tight that he nearly spat out blood.
His gaze toward Fang Yang grew increasingly hateful...
Like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
Chapter 170: Princess Consort: Sharing a Husband with a Cat?
Soon, the Hehuan Sect Master and his wife entered the Illusory Moon Grand Array.
Mist swirled.
Before entering, the Sect Master's Wife still looked dazed, glancing at Fang Yang from time to time, her eyes brimming with infatuation.
Then she spoke in front of everyone.
"Demon Venerable, ravage me hard again, just like before..."
Pfft!
The Hehuan Sect Master spat out a mouthful of blood. His face pale, he all but stumbled into the Grand Formation.
Snow continued to drift down, and frost coated the ground in layers of snow.
By now, most of the people had stepped into the formation.
Under the influence of the Illusory Moon Grand Array, some were still clamoring to slaughter Fang Yang.
Fang Yang remained expressionless, not even bothering to