“That’s a disciple from Beastmaster for you, so pure and innocent, crying after a little grope. Is this the mentality of a fourth-level Heaven’s Mandate?” Feiyun lowered his inflection.

Chi Yao hastily fixed her dress and stopped crying by biting her teeth. Her teary eyes glared at Feiyun, seemingly wanting to kill him.

She swore that if she could ever make it out of this hell, she would train in the sword dao and supreme techniques to kill all the heretics here, especially Feng Feiyun, this pretender. Yes, send him to the eighteen levels of hell.

Chan Ling’er and Huaji Ningxiang bit their lips, trying their best to calm down. They finally realized their lackings. Though their cultivation was at the top of the young generation, they knew too little about the...