"Yes, Miss!"
The four Foundation Establishment Cultivators didn’t hesitate for a moment. They advanced instantly, surrounding the person in the center.
"You... you dare!" The cultivator shouted fiercely, yet inwardly timid, and his voice trembled faintly, albeit with a strange sense of excitement.
He attempted to summon his Flying Sword but was kicked on the wrist by one of the guards.
"Clang." The Flying Sword fell to the ground.
"A sickly child with a wounded Divine Soul, dare act impudently before the Miss?" One guard sneered disdainfully and kicked him again on the crook of his knee.
"Thud."
The man’s knees gave way, and he kneeled heavily on the cold stone slabs.
Zhang Chuxi sat high on the main seat, looking on coldly. Her delicate little face showed a slight disgust: "Disgusting, humiliated in front of me... and yet he feels excited..."
She saw clearly the apparent eagerness in the man’s eyes.
Yet, in the past, looking at him, he clearly... looked quite handsome, with a calm personality, gentle, and reliable with his apprentices.
But now, he kneeled down so easily.
Nothing like she imagined...
In that instant, it seemed as if some bubble in her heart burst, and she even regretted wasting her time dealing with this Xu Qingjun.
"Men in this world, they truly are all the same!"
She initially wanted to stop the guard’s humiliation, but now she waved her hand indifferently.
"Teach him a good lesson for me!"
The guards heard this and stepped forward with a sinister smile.
"As you command, Miss."
One of them raised his foot, preparing to kick the Cultivator kneeling on the ground in the back, scoffing, "Where did this country bumpkin come from, really thinks being a Guardian is something impressive?"
A cultivator at the Middle Period of Foundation Establishment is sufficient to be the master of a peak.
These cultivators willing to serve as guards are naturally only at the Early Period of Foundation Establishment, with an uncertain path ahead.
In their hearts, they harbored some jealousy and envy toward someone like Chen Ye, rising as an accomplished newcomer.
A mere Loose Cultivator, age similar to theirs, why does he receive recognition from True Inheritor Bai and the Xu Family, rising step by step?
Thus, humiliating him brings extra excitement.
But...
An unexpected change occurred!
The cultivator who had been kneeling and seemingly trembling violently from humiliation, suddenly raised his head.
In those eyes, where was the trace of humiliation?
Instead, they were filled with ice-cold murderous intent and mockery!
"Not good!"
Another guard, standing slightly farther away, first sensed something wrong and shouted sharply.
But it was too late.
The guard about to kick suddenly froze; he only felt a chilling Demonic Qi instantly lock his entire body.
Immediately, a withered hand, from bottom to top, pierced through his lower jaw and emerged from his crown!
"Uh..."
The guard’s body stood upright and stiff, the vitality in his eyes quickly faded.
"Heh heh..."
The Demon Cultivator casually tossed aside the Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s body, a twisted, ecstatic smile on his face.
"Pshh—!"
Scalding blood, mixed with brain matter, erupted like a fountain.
Zhang Chuxi was sitting impassively in the main seat, leisurely sipping tea while enjoying the drama.
Being so close, the warm, sticky liquid drenched her entirely in an instant!
Though she had a protective Magical Treasure, it would only shield her from attacks—otherwise, the chance of accidental activation in daily life was too high.
Faced with pure liquid, naturally, it wouldn’t block it for her.
"..."
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Zhang Chuxi sat there dazed, maintaining her tea-holding posture.
She blinked, the warm blood flowed down her long curled lashes, blurring her vision, sliding off her cold and noble little face.
She instinctively raised her slender white hand, touched her cheek.
Her hand was sticky.
"Ah...? How... how could you kill someone... I just wanted to teach you a lesson..."
"Third Brother!"
The remaining three Foundation Establishment Guards, their eyes tearing in fury and shock, brandished their Magical Treasures, surrounding the Demon Cultivator.
"You’re not Chen Ye! Who are you?! " They sensed something wrong ahead of Zhang Chuxi.
This was a Demon Cultivator with power to crush them!
The earlier humiliation was merely a deliberate play!
"Heh heh heh..."
The Demon Cultivator paid no attention to them, constantly laughing strangely.
He greedily licked the blood from his lips, eyes glinting red, gazing with interest at the frightened Zhang Chuxi on the seat.
"Thanks for the treat, good show, good food... and a woman."
How in the world, could there be such a good thing?