The First Useless Mad Consort

Chapter 4: A Sky-Piercing Rage (2)

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“Damn it, it's like using a butcher knife to kill a chicken! Third Prince, you're giving this waste far too much face!”

“Exactly! Did you call us all this way just to deal with this waste? How pathetic!”

“Enough nonsense, just wipe them out. Looking at them makes me sick.”

As Dongfang Luoyi spoke, the surrounding assassins had already unsheathed their blades. Cold flashes of light swept horizontally, the glint of steel constantly dancing across Long Ying's small face.

Inside the bridal sedan, Long Ying's cold, sharp face tightened, her eyes like polished lacquer suddenly constricting. The small hands clenched on her knees suddenly struck out. The sedan exploded with a roar. A phantom-like figure began to weave through the crowd of First-Level Golden Realm assassins.

*Crack...*

“Ahhh! Ah...”

The sound of countless bones breaking mixed with screams. Before the fifty-plus First-Level Golden Realm assassins could even figure out what was happening, Long Ying had already twisted their arms off as if she were playing a game! And she was twisting them in all sorts of different ways! Breaking arms, breaking thighs—she never repeated the same pattern...

In the blink of an eye, the assassins lay dead or wounded everywhere, left with no room to fight back.

“Using a butcher knife to kill a chicken? Was that you who said it, or was it you?”

Long Ying drew the long whip from her waist, asking one person and striking another. She lashed out at the half-dead assassins on the ground, her strikes blooming like flowers across the floor. Blood splattered everywhere!

“Ahhh, mercy... it wasn't a butcher knife, it wasn't a butcher knife...”

The assassins rolled on the ground, pleading while shaking their heads and waving their hands. Their clothes had been whipped into tatters, and they were drenched in blood. Their eyes were filled with both shock and despair.

Dongfang Luoyi and Consort Li were even more shocked beyond measure.

Wasn't this Long Ying a waste? How could she now beat fifty men so thoroughly that they had no way to fight back? It was truly demonic; it was better to flee first!

Long Ying’s thin lips curled slightly, her dark eyes cold and grim. Her entire body radiated an arrogant aura that seemed capable of devouring heaven and earth.

With a kick, she knocked down the fleeing Dongfang Luoyi and Consort Li. She then stepped on Dongfang Luoyi and wrapped her whip around Consort Li. Not one of them would be allowed to escape!

Leaning down, she stared at Dongfang Luoyi's damn face, pulled back her hand, and began slapping him repeatedly!

“You called me a waste, you called me a waste! Now, who is the waste?” Long Ying’s heavenly voice questioned him coldly.

Dongfang Luoyi cried out repeatedly from the slaps. When he lifted his head, his face was so bruised and swollen that it looked terrifying.

His two eyes were blackened, his forehead was covered in countless large lumps, his mouth was skewed to one side, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose. With tears and snot streaming down his face, he looked like a ghost.

Dongfang Luoyi pleaded with Long Ying incessantly: “I... I am the waste... mercy...”

“Mercy? Fine...” Long Ying’s crimson lips curled into a wicked, cold smile.

She "graciously" let go of Dongfang Luoyi and Consort Li. The two of them froze at first, but then they assumed Long Ying was intimidated by their status, so they prepared to swagger away. They failed to notice that the wounds on their bodies were faintly glowing with an unusual blue light...

“Miss Long, please, please let us go as well...”

“Yes... yes! Miss Long, we were wrong, mercy!”

The assassins also wailed in unison, kneeling all over the ground and kowtowing repeatedly to Long Ying.

Long Ying also agreed with a light laugh: “Fine...”

But in the next instant, she drew her long whip with extreme speed. With a series of *crack-crack-crack* sounds, a few lashes stripped the clothes off dozens of assassins. In the blink of an eye, tattered rags flew through the air, leaving the assassins below completely naked.