With a single slap, the woman stood there, frozen in disbelief, staring at Jared like couldn’t believe what had just happened.
“You’ve got some nerve putting your hands on me. I’ll rip you to shreds!” shouted.
But no matter how hard tried, couldn’t break free. Jared’s control over was absolute, had no power to fight back.
“You still want to rip me to shreds? Do you really think I won’t strip you bare right here and now?”
As finished speaking, Jared lightly tapped again with his palm.
The white armor wore shattered instantly. Beneath it, wore a tight-fitting outfit that left little to the imagination, showing off every curve of body in the most provocative way.
Seeing the scene unfold, Flaxseed couldn’t stop himself; his drool flowed like a waterfall.
The woman’s face turned bright red, a mix of fury and shame welling up inside her. In the end, broke down in tears.
“Let my sister go! Let go!” Thorley shouted, his voice thick with desperation.
Jared ignored Thorley entirely. He kept his eyes fixed on the woman.
“Just cooperate, and I won’t hurt you. You’re going to answer every question I ask,” said, his tone turning cold, “or I’ll strip you bare. Then I’ll let this old man right here have his way with you, and make you wish you’d talked.”
The woman glanced at Flaxseed, who was still shamelessly drooling, and fear flickered in eyes.
“What’s your name?” Jared asked her.
She shot a venomous look but didn’t say a word.
“My sister’s name is Jhaelyn Haverford!” Thorley blurted out, panicked.
Jhaelyn gave brother a helpless, frustrated glare. Her own flesh and blood, and was such a coward, not even a hint of the pride the celestials carried themselves with.
“What were you people from Celestial Palace’s Eighth Hall doing here on the Caxton Continent? You came to loot resources and capture slaves, didn’t you?” Jared turned his attention back to Jhaelyn.
She stayed silent, but Thorleyjumped in again. “I know! I know!”
He explained, “Winged Tiger City’s already fallen. Our father’s going to need a new foothold. And the Caxton Continent is perfect. This place is huge, but what really matters is that its strongest cultivators are only at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Three. It’s pathetic, honestly!”
“And there’s no support system here, no powerful factions. Even in the second and third levels, there’s nobody from the Caxton Continent worth mentioning. So this place is easy pickings.”
As finished, the tens of thousands of cultivators standing across the Caxton Continent felt a flush of humiliation. The words stung, igniting their anger, but they knew wasn’t wrong.
The Caxton Continent was vast, teeming with cultivators, but their strength was lacking. Even with the overseer, was only at Wandering immortal Realm Level Three.
How could possibly defend it from foreign invaders?
“Where is your father, Braxton?” Jared demanded, looking right at Jhaelyn.
“Hmph!” She let out a dismissive snort but didn’t speak.
Thorley, for once, had no answer. After all, Jared had brought over from Rhino City. He had no clue where his father was now.
“If you won’t talk, then I guess I’ll just take your clothes off…” Jared reached toward Jhaelyn again, ready to tear away the rest of clothing.
Jemima, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally couldn’t take it anymore. She was a woman too, after all. No matter the sides in this conflict, humiliating a woman like this was just wrong.
But before could speak, a terrifying pressure crashed down from the sky above. The weaker cultivators collapsed under the immense force. Some coughed up blood and died on the spot.
A hundred or more warriors from the Eighth Hall descended with Braxton at the lead. His arrival made an impact that couldn’t be ignored.
“Jared! You’ve got guts. Let my daughter go now!” Braxton roared. “You gave me your word! You said you’d release my son. Why did you go back on your promise?”
Jared met his fury with a smirk. “Try throwing your weight around again, and I’ll deal with your daughter right here in front of everyone!”
