"Hahahaha, I never imagined Far North City had nothing but small fry like you."
Bracing herself against the large tree Nico had snapped in half, Ye Ningshuang struggled to her feet.
The cheongsam she wore was torn in several places, revealing the black stockings beneath.
Ye Ningshuang panted, her ample chest heaving, her face deathly pale.
Standing before her was Tang Tian ri, a nine-ring Titled Douluo holding a Clear Sky Hammer.
He had originally possessed only the cultivation of a Soul Douluo, but after devouring countless souls in Slaughter City, he had successfully advanced to Titled Douluo.
He had also used the lives of ninety thousand innocent people to condense a ninety-thousand-year ninth Soul Ring for himself.
"You're quite a beauty. Stop resisting and become my bitch, and I'll spare your life."
Tang Tian ri's gaze roamed over Ye Ningshuang, his breathing involuntarily quickening.
But he was in no hurry, because the woman before him was already his for the taking.
Far North City's Soul Master defenders had all been wiped out, leaving Ye Ningshuang isolated and without aid.
"Boss, what do we do?"
Tang Tian ri's subordinates came forward to ask; they, too, were drooling over Ye Ningshuang.
Tang Tian ri sneered. "Who doesn't know that I, Tang Tian ri, am famous for looking after my men?"
"Who wants to go first?"
The Soul Master standing before Tang Tian ri raised both hands. "I'm a clean freak. Let me, let me."
Tang Tian ri nodded, and his Titled Douluo Soul Power instantly poured out, pinning Ye Ningshuang firmly to the ground.
"Go on."
It was not that he truly loved his soldiers like his own children; he merely wanted to satisfy certain little fetishes of his.
"Hehehe, come here, little beauty."
Ye Ningshuang desperately twisted her body, but