Nalan Xuejian was horrified, evident by her trembling hands as she activated the bead. Her body was engulfed in a Buddhist light so her skin glowed white.

Alas, her frightened expression only excited Jia Sen even more.

“Haha, I’ve rampaged for more than three hundred years. Why would I be scared of a little brat? You’re probably not a virgin being Feiyun’s woman and all, I don’t need to show any mercy then.”

Jia Sen raised his palm and condensed black light around it, extinguishing the light of the bead.

Xuejian was knocked to the ground with a red palm print on her face. Blood dripped down her lips.

She has been accustomed to a luxurious life since youth and loved by all, never gotten hit by anyone in the past.

She made her cry while feeling deep pain on her nearly-broken wrist. The bead was taken...