Torment

Chu Qingyi's willowy waist was tightly held by Qin Wentian. When she heard the words 'female slave' from Qin Wentian's mouth, she only felt a burning heat in her chest and almost coughed out a mouthful of blood from the anger.

"Chi…" A bright light flashed, Chu Qingyi actually wanted to commit suicide. Qin Wentian slammed another palm strike at her, completely crippling her immortal foundation. She had totally no energy left as her body now was as weak and soft as cotton. She initially wanted to take revenge on Qin Wentian yet now, she had fallen into Qin Wentian's hands instead.

"Brother, please kill us." A weak voice rang out. It was none other than the two experts from the Nibblesky Sacred Cult. Qin Wentian glanced at them before bringing Chu Qingyi along as he departed the area, disregarding their words. Some things, once committed, one had to naturally bear the karma of those actions on their own. Although he hated Chu Qingyi, he wouldn't pity the two of them.