"Haha, Brother Moyuan, you truly are a role model among our generation — to think you actually captured that demoness Zhao Hong alive!"
"You must understand, that demoness is no ordinary woman. She's been the nightmare of countless people."
"To think you could take her alive, I truly am full of admiration."
At that moment, a laugh filled with an evil aura rang out — and it came from a monk.
This monk was broad and powerfully built, with a face covered in stubble. His features were masculine enough, yet his eyes were filled with a lecherous gaze that clashed horribly with his appearance.
Though he wore a kasaya, he looked nothing like a monk. Instead, every inch of him radiated a wild, dissolute air.
Those small eyes, in particular, were now gazing at Zhao Hong with an undisguised look of lust — thoroughly indecent.
This monk, naturally, was none other from Buddha Light Heaven Temple — the Wine-and-Meat Monk.
Though this monk looked thoroughly repulsive, his strength was far from ordinary.
In the Hundred Refinements Mortal World, he was among the most famous of all Martial Ancestor-level cultivators.
"Wine-and-Meat Monk, don't tell me you've taken an interest in this demoness too? She's no ordinary village girl — she won't be so easy to handle." Another figure slowly rose to his feet and walked over to the cage where Zhao Hong was imprisoned.
This man possessed a Ninth Rank Martial Ancestor cultivation and was known within the Zhou Heavenly Clan as the strongest beneath the True Immortal level — Zhou Fukong.
Zhou Fukong, the Wine-and-Meat Monk, Kong Dou Moyuan, and Dugu Jianxu.
These four were the most famous figures beneath the True Immortal rank among the four first-tier powers.
And they were also very close friends.
Though in the eyes of the common folk they were representatives of righteousness, it was only when the four of them gathered in private that their true, ugly faces emerged.
They were all thorough hypocrites.
"Brother Zhou, surely you're not trying to steal her from me? I seem to recall you've never been one to covet women?" the Wine-and-Meat Monk said, stepping forward.
"What man doesn't like women? It's just that my standards are rather high — ordinary women don't catch my eye. But this demoness, I must say, rather pleases me." Zhou Fukong replied with a leering smile.
"Have you two gone mad? This Zhao Hong is Brother Moyuan's enemy — don't tell me you two want to lay hands on Brother Moyuan's foe?" Dugu Jianxu rose to his feet and stepped forward as well.
"Marrying a demoness? That's something I wouldn't dare do."
"But a bit of fun wouldn't hurt, would it? She's already a prisoner — I'm sure Brother Moyuan won't let her off anyway."
"Since she'll die sooner or later, why not let us enjoy ourselves before she goes?" Zhou Fukong sized up Zhao Hong with a lustful gaze, looking nothing like an expert from a righteous sect and more like a villain from some demonic cult.
"I think that's a fine idea — hahaha!!!" The Wine-and-Meat Monk's face lit up with approval at Zhou Fukong's suggestion.
On this point, the two of them had reached an accord.
"Who told you Zhao Hong has to die?" Kong Dou Moyuan said.
"You're not going to kill her?" everyone asked in unison.
After all, the conflict between the Kong Heavenly Clan and Zhao Hong's group had long since reached a point of no return.
Over the past two years, countless members of the Kong Heavenly Clan had perished at Zhao Hong's hands — many of them elites.
So naturally, everyone assumed that with Zhao Hong fallen into Kong Dou Moyuan's grasp, given his temperament, he would never let her go.
"As long as she obediently does as I say, I might spare her wretched little life. But if she refuses…"
Kong Dou Moyuan's eyes suddenly flashed with a vicious glint.
Whoosh—
In a flash, a streak of cold light shot from Kong Dou Moyuan's hand and plunged straight into Zhao Hong's abdomen.
It was a sword — a long, silver blade.
"Oh my, Brother Moyuan, you really are too hasty — where's your chivalry toward the fairer sex?"
"Indeed, to think such a fine beauty would be wasted on you."
Seeing this, Zhou Fukong and the Wine-and-Meat Monk both chimed in.
Yet despite their words, not a trace of sympathy showed on their faces. Instead… a look of amusement hung upon their lips.
For them, this was nothing more than a good show — the kind they loved to watch.
"Heh…"
But even though the long sword had pierced through her abdomen, Zhao Hong showed not the slightest hint of pain. Instead, a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"I'll make sure that smile of yours won't last long."
The long sword in Kong Dou Moyuan's hand quivered slightly, and bolts of electricity surged along the blade, pouring into Zhao Hong's body.
ZzzzZZZ—
In the next instant, Zhao Hong's entire body convulsed as though she were being electrocuted, trembling violently. A faint aura of energy even emanated from her before she finally collapsed to one knee, unable to control the blood that spilled from the corner of her mouth.
"That demoness can really endure — she didn't even cry out once," Zhou Fukong remarked.
"It's not that she can endure — it's simply that my force wasn't enough." With those words, the electricity in Kong Dou Moyuan's hand surged once more, flooding endlessly into Zhao Hong's body.