"Jiang Yu, Liu Kui, are all you people from the Peaceful Heaven Sect so despicable and shameless?" a woman shouted at the two men standing before her. Her face was rather pale, and she sat on the ground gasping for breath, clearly badly injured.
"Senior sister, don't waste words on them. Why should we fear them?" said another woman leaning beside her. Her complexion was scarcely better than her senior sister's; clearly, both had suffered serious injuries.
Moreover, judging by their appearance, their acupoints seemed to have been sealed as well. They sat on the ground, unable to move.
"Tsk, tsk. Really not afraid?" Jiang Yu walked up to them, crouched down, then reached out and gently pinched the junior sister's cheek.
"Jiang Yu, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!" the junior sister roared, her face flushing with fury.
"Senior Brother Jiang, they say the disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion are bewitching, every one as lovely as a flower. These two may not be as otherworldly as Zhao Xin'er, but they're still first-rate beauties. How about we...?" Liu Kui walked over beside Jiang Yu and stared at the two women whose acupoints had been sealed.
Jiang Yu looked the two women over, then slowly shifted his gaze to their chests, which rose and fell with anger.
"Junior brother, this..." Jiang Yu was, of course, sorely tempted. These two great beauties could not move, while he could do whatever he pleased. Any man would probably feel an itch deep inside; someone without such thoughts probably wasn't a man at all.
"Senior brother, we don't need to worry about anything. There are thousands, if not tens of thousands, of Jianghu people on Everlasting Spring Mountain. It's a complete jumble, with plenty of experts. We can enjoy ourselves, and then..."