Elder Hai slowly advanced towards Leng Yanran.
A vile, lecherous smile hung on his face.
He watched as Leng Yanran's face displayed fright and struggle.
His heart felt an indescribable thrill.
Having lived nearly five hundred years, his greatest pleasure in life was not toying with women.
Instead, it was the look of terror on a woman's face before being toyed with and the look of despair afterward.
That look provided immense enjoyment deep in his heart, giving him an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
For centuries, this preference had remained unchanged.
The seven Saints watching this unfold also bore lustful expressions in their eyes.
To witness the bedroom prowess of a Battle Emperor Level powerhouse was certainly a visual feast for them.
Thus, they eagerly anticipated the forthcoming erotic display.
They even thought about enjoying a delicious share after the Battle Emperor had his fill.
However, Leng Yanran felt utterly hopeless at that moment.