In no time at all, the broken bowl in front of Fu Zhui was piled high with all sorts of miscellaneous items.
Looking at Third Elder, he was now stripped completely bare.
Plagued by a mix of shame and rage, he clutched his vital parts, trembling like a sieve. "Scoundrels! You... you packs of demonic cultivators! To... to humiliate me like this! I... *ack*!"
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