Somewhere where heaven and earth met, three tall and robust youths in their early twenties suddenly appeared. All three wore lewd expressions, with upturned eyebrows and triangular eyes—a physiognomy that bespoke only villainy and theft. At that moment, the three of them were laughing brazenly. "Who would have thought those idiots of the Seven Saints of Jiangyan would be defeated by us so easily? Truly, they are utterly vulnerable!"
"Not to mention that even three of their naive sweethearts—Yulan, Qinger, and Fairy Furong—have fallen into our hands. Thinking of their alluring bodies and fairy-like faces, I can't wait to ravish them right now. This is truly a blessing bestowed by the heavens; we must all enjoy ourselves to the fullest. To die beneath the peony flower, even as a ghost one remains romantic!" Just as the three of them were immersed in their lewd fantasies, several fierce sword beams suddenly came hurtling from afar. The leading youth had barely reacted when the sword light was already before his eyes. He instinctively raised a hand to block it, only to have his arm numbed by the sword Qi.
Immediately following, a figure fluttering in white appeared before them like a ghost. It was none other than Gāng Qiáng of the Seven Saints of Jiangyan, also known as Zhulong Gāng Qiáng. Gāng Qiáng widened his eyes in fury and said coldly, "You shameless scoundrels, how dare you profane my fellow sect sisters in this manner! Today shall be your day of death!"
Chapter 317