11 Dont Worry, I wont Kill You (1/2)

”Ah!” Zhu Zhongba's scream resonated in the villa.

He backed away frantically and conjured a whip from his storage ring and flailed it wildly at He Xi.

He Xi was agile so there was no way the whip was going to get her. However, the cold vibe of the whip caught her interest.

She ducked, and in the next instance, she had the whip in her hand and was lashing out at Zhu Zhongba.

He screamed out in pain and eventually lost his voice.

He Xi laughed coldly as she looked at Zhu Zhongba's pathetic figure on the floor. ”En, it's a good whip. It's a waste in your hands.” If she was right, it was made from the bone of some kind of animal. It was ivory and translucent, tough but flexible. The spikes on the whip were retractable. It was a lucky find!

On the other hand, Zhu Zhongba's cries finally attracted the attention of the guards.

The leader was still the four cultivators in Foundation Establishment. He Xi curled her lips, and the needles that she had prepared beforehand went flying.

”Ah! My spiritual power; why can't I use my spiritual powers?!”

”You demoness, what spell did you cast us?!”

All the cultivators from the villa were gathered here. The needles sealed their dantian, which rendered their spiritual powers useless.

He Xi's hands moved slightly, and there was an aroma in the air.

The self-righteous soldiers felt their limbs go soft and collapsed on the floor.

At this point, they could not even call from help, not to mention fight back.

He Xi picked up the slavery bondage on the ground and placed them into her space. She then moved forward with a sinister and mysterious smile.