Chen Wenli looked maliciously at Huang Xiaolong out of the corner of his eyes. His voice carried a hint of bloodthirst as he said, “Little kid, who might you be?” But soon, his gaze shifted onto Feng Er who was a step behind Huang Xiaolong, “This is your maid? Her face is not bad, loan her to this Young Master for a couple of days. I’ll return her to you after two days!” His eyes were glued to Feng Er’s bosom.

Just as Chen Wenli finished speaking, a figure flickered. Feng Er had struck Chen Wenli across his left cheek. Chen Wenli was knocked into the air with blood and teeth spurting out from his mouth.

“You!” Chen Wenli was shocked and enraged at the same time, glaring fiercely at Feng Er. He didn’t expect Feng Er to be this strong. How can she be a high-level Ancestor God Realm? 

“Young Lord Chen!” The people following Chen Wenli cried out in shock and hastened clumsily...