Seeing the murals in the underground palace, Zhen Zhen became extremely excited. She directly discarded the Grand Elder of the Moon Sect in her hand and walked to the murals to observe them carefully.
She caressed the murals as if possessed, a hint of seductive red flashing in the depths of her pupils.
"The legacy left by that Yanhuang tribesman is indeed profound, but in the end, it is I who will have the last laugh."
Zhen Zhen whispered, immensely proud.
No one on the scene noticed her strangeness, but Ji Mo was an exception.
His hearing was incredibly sharp, and he immediately grasped the key point.
Yanhuang tribesman?!
How did Zhen Zhen know about this?
There was something fishy.
Lang Qihong was also excited. He had sacrificed his dignity to please Zhen Zhen, wasn't it for this very moment?
Otherwise, who would sleep with this old, ugly hag?
"A Zhen, congratulations on finally getting what you wished for."
Lang Qihong stepped forward and embraced Zhen Zhen, a brilliant smile on his face.
"My dear Lang, as long as you continue to serve me well, I won't be stingy..."
Zhen Zhen responded enthusiastically, but before she could finish, she abruptly stopped, her expression stiffening.
Suddenly, she felt something heavy pierce her body.
Then, her body flew sideways, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Bai Jingjing and the other two stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend what they were seeing.
Lang Qihong, without any preamble, struck ruthlessly, stabbing Zhen Zhen in the back with a sharp blade, and then sent her flying with a punch.
It was too brutal.
One moment they were embracing passionately, the next he was striking a death blow.
Ji Mo was also a little surprised. Lang Qihong was too ruthless.
He had called her "my darling" so affectionately just moments ago, and now he had stabbed her in the heart. It was too heartless.
"Lang Qihong..."
Zhen Zhen let out a piercing scream, struggling to get up from the ground, her body covered in blood.
She clearly hadn't expected Lang Qihong to turn on her.
"Hahaha, old woman, I've tolerated you for a long time. I've fantasized countless times about killing you, and today, my wish is finally granted."
Lang Qihong laughed triumphantly, unleashing years of pent-up frustration.
Recalling every time Zhen Zhen had pushed him down and relentlessly drained his body, the tragic memories were filled with nothing but tears and sorrow.
"Did you think I would actually like an old woman like you, who is ugly, disgusting, and has no self-awareness? Everything was just a calculation. You were merely a pawn in my game, a tool to achieve my goals."
Lang Qihong delivered a soul-crushing blow, revealing his true intentions in a bloody manner.
Everything had been a pretense. His ultimate goal was to seize the legacy and absorb the entire Feng Hua Xue Yue Sect.
"You bastard, how dare you use me."
Zhen Zhen's expression became incredibly distorted, and she let out a roar like a wild beast.
Lang Qihong's words were even more piercing, causing greater pain.
She lunged at Lang Qihong like a maddened beast.
However, she was severely injured and was no match for Lang Qihong at this moment.
Lang Qihong's eyes were filled with killing intent. Without any regard for their past, he relentlessly plunged his blade into Zhen Zhen's body.
"I'll make you whip me."
"I'll make you drip oil for me."
"I'll make you force me to call you Daddy..."
Lang Qihong's eyes widened as he cried out his endless grievances, seeking his revenge.
It seemed the pitiful Lang Qihong had truly suffered much unknown suffering at Zhen Zhen's hands and had held it in for a long time, now erupting all at once.
"Wow, these two perverts play so wild? They're shameless."
Ji Mo was slightly shocked.
One truly couldn't judge a book by its cover. At their age, they were still playing so extravagantly. Could their hearts handle it?
Bai Jingjing, being the manager of a brothel, understood the implications. She spat, then turned to ask Ji Mo, "Do you also like this kind of thing?"
Ji Mo shook his head frantically. He was a pure and kind-hearted boy; how could he have such unsavory habits?
"What kind of thing?"
Ying widened her innocent crystal-like eyes and then sweetly moved her lips towards Ji Mo, silently mouthing two words.
Ji Mo felt as if he had been electrocuted.
A woman's mouth is a deceitful thing. Didn't she look like she didn't understand just moments ago? How could she say it so casually?
Compared to the bolder Ling Lan, her face was full of question marks.
It seemed there were still pure Saintesses.
Zhen Zhen finally lay in a pool of blood, her body mangled.
Lang Qihong, on the other hand, beat his chest and stomped his feet, laughing incessantly.
Bai Jingjing, Ling Lan, and Ying's faces turned pale, clearly terrified by Lang Qihong's cruelty.
Was he really that vicious? It was practically torture by a thousand cuts.
Ji Mo frowned, his gaze fixed on Zhen Zhen's corpse, lost in thought.
"Three Saintesses, rest assured, I won't do anything to you. Of course, that is, provided you obediently follow me and surrender."
Lang Qihong wiped the blood from his face, forcing a gentle smile.
But such an expression was even more terrifying and ferocious.
His goal was to take over the Feng Hua Xue Yue Sect. As long as Bai Jingjing and the other two were sensible, they would naturally be spared. Otherwise, he couldn't be blamed for being ruthless.
"Wishful thinking."
The three Saintesses hid beside Ji Mo, feeling a sense of security.
Although they knew the danger was immense, as long as Ji Mo was by their side, they felt inexplicably at ease, as if the sky itself wouldn't fall.
Moreover, they had noticed something unusual: Ji Mo had been as steady as an old dog from beginning to end, which was too abnormal.
"If you don't comply, you die. My patience is limited."
Lang Qihong threatened, then said with ambition, "I promise, under my leadership, we will one day dominate the entire Jinxiu Prefecture, even sweep through other prefectures, and forge a formidable reputation in the Immortal Spirit Realm."
"Get lost. You, who called an old woman 'Daddy' and lived off her, what achievements can you possibly have?"
Ji Mo ruthlessly exposed him, making Lang Qihong grind his teeth and jump with anger.
It was said that one should not hit a man where it hurts, but these words hit the nail on the head, making Lang Qihong furious.
"Ji Mo, what right do you have to laugh at me? Aren't you also a man who lives off women?"
Lang Qihong cursed, then sarcastically said, "I understand now. You're jealous. This should have all belonged to you, but instead, I snatched the prize midway. Aren't you filled with indignation now, yet can only rage impotently? Unfortunately, you can only watch as I obtain the legacy and finally absorb the entire Feng Hua Xue Yue Sect."
Ji Mo said calmly, "I'm not particularly indignant, but I'm afraid there is indeed someone who won't just watch you succeed."
"Hmph, your cultivation has been sealed, and you still want to stop me?"
Lang Qihong sneered, continuing, "As long as I eliminate you and seize the four sacred artifacts, I will control the switch for the entrance to the sacred land. Then, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish. Only those who surrender will live, and the rest will be trapped here forever."
Everything was proceeding according to Lang Qihong's plan. He didn't believe there would be any flaws.
Under the threat of life and death, he believed most disciples of the Feng Hua Xue Yue Sect would choose to surrender.
And at this moment.
"Ah..."
Bai Jingjing, Ling Lan, and Ying simultaneously let out screams, their faces filled with fear as they looked behind Lang Qihong.
"Childish, playing these tricks on me?"
Lang Qihong sneered, thinking Bai Jingjing and the other two were using a feint.
But behind him, a massive dark shadow rose, slowly enveloping him.