Chapter 387: Maiden, Little Demoness (1/2)

Chapter 387: Maiden, Little Demoness

Ten thousand “Sen Luo Black Robes” guarded this place on top of sixteen Supreme Elders sitting the floating black palace. Their body was resplendent like sixteen gods in a temple.

There were also six Giants, evident by their faint aura. This was the reason why the Feng seniors didn’t dare to do anything. The slightest mistake would result in their clan’s demise.

A group of pretty girls was led out this time just like Feng Qingyu. They were from the direct branch, daughters of city lords and leaders. The once pampered ladies were now prisoners.

Their fathers and uncles were all dead. They were only spared because they were pretty girls.

There was 136 of them total. Half were around twelve to sixteen. They were pale and trembling with fear. Each of them was as pretty and charming as a flower.

The heretics here became excited with perverted laughter. Their eyes peered at these beautiful girls and wanted nothing more than to rush up and have their way with them.

Wan Xiangcen smiled again: “Feng seniors, as you can see, our cultivators are salivating at the sight of your daughters…”

Someone couldn’t help but shout from inside the ancestral ground: “Demoness, touch them and we’ll fight to the very last man.”

She covered her mouth and laughed: “Don’t be angry now and no need to fear about not having descendants. Even if all your men die, our several thousands of cultivators will help you pass on the seed. Haha, what are you waiting for, strip their clothes.”

Xiangcen smirked. She knew that these ancestors could handle a slaughter but not this humiliating rape. Otherwise, even if the Feng were to survive this disaster, they wouldn’t be able to lift their head again in the cultivation world.

She already had the psychological advantage in the beginning.

“Haha, we’ve been waiting for the order!” A group of heretics howled like wolves and rushed for the girls.

“No, no, ancestors, save us!”

“Grandpa, save me!”

“Boom!” The celestial formation was finally opened. A door made from light appeared and an old man came out. He unleashed a ray from his finger and directly blew those heretics flying with blood spurting out from their mouth.

They helplessly drifted like the leaves during autumn. More than twenty heretics were killed on the spot with blood flowing from their seven orifices. The others were seriously injured and unable to stand up.

Xiangcen didn’t become angry since the big fish had finally bite.

“Haha, Feng Hanyao, you old turtle has finally shown your face. Come, let me send you off to the afterlife.” A Giant flew over from the darkness. This person had a bright red armor and unleashed a palm strike at the old man.

Feng Hanyao was one of the three ancestors of the Feng. He has lived for more than eight hundred years so he didn’t have much vitality left. Nevertheless, he was still a Giant.

He took out an exquisite cauldron with two handles and four corners, engraved with ancient words and endowed with great spirituality. This was one of the clan’s three spirit treasures with the name “Jin River Cauldron”. It was excavated from the river and had been rotten to an indiscernible shape.

It contained the power of the earth after being taken out by an old ancestor. He then refined it into a fist-sized cauldron.

Feng Hanyao fluttered in the wind like a leaf and attacked with the cauldron, killing many heretics.

The Giant’s bloody palm strike finally struck the cauldron, creating a loud explosion.

“Pluff!” Hanyao was too old so this palm strike made him vomit blood. He turned in order to escape.

A second palm strike came about and stained the sky red with waves. Each attack made Hanyao cough out blood.

“Haha! You’re too weak. Even a spirit treasure won’t do save you from me today!” This Giant was one of the Seventh Hall’s protector with the name, Lu Jun. He had cultivated for five hundred years and was among the top five in terms of power.

The battle between two Giants was devastating. Mountains shattered with boulders running everywhere. The trees shattered into pieces from the deathly shockwaves.