"Haha, Brother Moyuan, you truly are a role model for our generation — actually managing to capture that demoness Zhao Hong alive."
"Everyone knows that demoness is no ordinary person. She's been the nightmare of countless people."
"Yet you were able to take her alive. This humble monk truly admires you."
At that moment, a laugh filled with an evil aura rang out, and it turned out to be a monk.
This monk was burly and strong, with a face full of stubble. He had a masculine appearance, yet his eyes were filled with a lecherous gaze that was quite at odds with his image.
Although he wore a kasaya, he had none of the demeanor of a monk. Instead, he radiated an air of unrestrained debauchery from head to toe.
Especially those small eyes, which were now ogling Zhao Hong with an extremely sleazy look.
This monk was none other than the Meat and Wine Monk from the Buddha Light Heavenly Temple.
Don't let his lecherous appearance fool you — his strength was extraordinary.
Within the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm, he was also the most famous figure among Martial Ancestor realm cultivators.
"Meat and Wine Monk, don't tell me you're interested in this demoness too? She's no ordinary village girl — she won't be so easy to handle." Another person slowly rose and walked over to the cage holding Zhao Hong.
This person possessed a ninth-grade Martial Ancestor cultivation and was known within the Zhou Heavenly Clan as the strongest below the True Immortal — Zhou Fukong.
Zhou Fukong, the Meat and Wine Monk, Kong Dou Moyuan, and Dugu Jianxu.
These four were the most famous figures among the four great first-rate powers who were below the True Immortal level.
And the four of them were also very close friends.
Although in the eyes of ordinary people they were all representatives of justice, it was only when the four of them gathered privately that their true ugly faces were revealed.
They were all true hypocrites.
"Brother Zhou, you're not trying to compete with me for her, are you? I recall you've never been fond of women?" The Meat and Wine Monk stepped forward and said.
"As a man, how could one not like women? It's just that my standards are quite high — ordinary women can't catch my eye. But this demoness, I quite fancy her," Zhou Fukong said with a lecherous smile.
"Are you two insane? This Zhao Hong is Brother Moyuan's enemy. Don't tell me you two want to take Brother Moyuan's enemy as a wife?" Dugu Jianxu also rose and stepped forward.
"Marrying a demoness — now that's something I wouldn't dare do."
"But having a little fun is a different story. She's already a prisoner, so I doubt Brother Moyuan will let her go anyway."
"Since she'll die sooner or later, why not let us enjoy ourselves before she does?" Zhou Fukong sized up Zhao Hong with a lecherous gaze, looking nothing like a master from a righteous sect and more like a villain from an evil cult.
"I think that's a great idea — hahaha!!!" As for Zhou Fukong's proposal, the Meat and Wine Monk wore a face full of approval.
On this point, the two of them were in perfect agreement.
"Who told you Zhao Hong has to die?" Kong Dou Moyuan said.
"You're not planning to kill her?" everyone asked in unison.
After all, the Kong Heavenly Clan and Zhao Hong's group had long been at each other's throats. Over the past two years, countless members of the Kong Heavenly Clan had died at Zhao Hong's hands — many of them elites.
So in everyone's view, now that Zhao Hong had fallen into Kong Dou Moyuan's hands, given his temperament, he would surely not let her off.
"As long as she obediently listens to me, I'll spare her wretched life. But if she doesn't..."
Kong Dou Moyuan's words trailed off, and a harsh glint suddenly flashed through his eyes.
Swoosh— In an instant, a cold light shot from Kong Dou Moyuan's hand, and that cold light pierced straight into Zhao Hong's abdomen.
It was a sword — a silver longsword.
"Oh my, Brother Moyuan, why did you strike so suddenly? You really don't know how to treat a beauty with any tenderness."
"Exactly, look at such a fine beauty being ruined by you like this."
Seeing this, Zhou Fukong, the Meat and Wine Monk, and the others all chimed in.
But despite their words, there was not a trace of sympathy on their faces. Instead, they wore mocking smiles.
To them, this was more like an entertaining show — one they thoroughly enjoyed watching.
"Heh..."
Yet, despite having a longsword pierce through her abdomen, Zhao Hong showed not the slightest hint of pain. Instead, a cold smile curved at the corner of her mouth.
"I'll make sure you can't be smiling for long."
The longsword in Kong Dou Moyuan's hand trembled slightly, and streaks of electric current appeared along the blade, surging into Zhao Hong's body.