"Get lost!" Zhao Feiyan shouted angrily.
"Wow, I didn't expect it, you look so weak, but you're actually a rose with thorns. Still, I like that... conquering such a woman is exhilarating… hehe…"
The short, fat man reached out to lift Zhao Feiyan's chin, but before his hand even touched her, Zhao Feiyan had already kicked him in the groin.
Ah!
The short, fat man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, clutching his groin and collapsing on the ground. The man with the sword took the samurai sword off his back and pointed it at Zhao Feiyan, "Little girl, you'd better behave, or I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks..."
Wang Xiaoqiang and True Person of Taiyi walked over. There was no tension on their faces, not a bit worried Zhao Feiyan would get hurt because Zhao Feiyan wasn't an ordinary person; she is an Immortal. If someone like her suffered at the hands of mortals, then the sun must be rising from the west.
