"Heh, just some Kunlun Despicable Blood, lacking in skills, but quite overbearing."
Li Jiuyue's gaze fell on Sun Zhe's face, his eyes full of playful amusement. He suddenly leaned in close to Yao Yuelong's neck, greedily inhaling her intoxicating fragrance, pretending to be utterly enchanted.
"Mmm... I must admit, the young girls from the Kunlun Ancestral Land are indeed fragrant. Even if I must die, let it be on the belly of a young girl, drained dry."
Seeing Yao Yuelong being humiliated like this, Sun Zhe kept a straight face, but the killing intent in his eyes intensified. He immediately began to gather Taixu Sword Qi with his Divine Sense.
At this moment, Li Jiuyue suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of Yao Yuelong's snow-white shoulder, shouting coldly: "Boy, I don't have time to waste with you. Will you hand over the Immortal Scripture or not?!"
"If you don't hand it over, I'll strip your woman in public!"
