Zhao Yanran's choice surprised Qian Duoduo and Zeng Zifang.
In their eyes, they were the ones Zhao Yanran hated the most.
Given her advantage in mobility, Zhao Yanran would surely launch a sneak attack on them first.
To their surprise, Zhao Yanran remained extremely calm and chose Su Xiaogan, who had the weakest defensive capabilities.
With the Snow Crane Gold Spear striking true, Zhao Yanran's figure was already dozens of feet away, giving Zeng Zifang and Qian Duoduo no chance to launch a combined attack.
Su Xiaogan let out a bitter laugh, his life force rapidly draining away.
Zhao Yanran retreated too quickly; Su Xiaogan couldn't even detonate the black Formation Flag for a final desperate counterattack before he died.
Looking at the deceased Su Xiaogan, Zhao Yanran sneered, "Zeng the harlot, Qian the paramour, you two are next."
Zeng Zifang, instead of getting angry, laughed back, "Zhao the bitch, you're naturally cold, there must be something wrong with your body."
She pulled Qian Duoduo over and stood back to back with him.
"Little Qian, my back is so itchy, let me lean on you."
Qian Duoduo felt a chill, but he knew Zeng Zifang's move was indeed correct.
With him and Zeng Zifang back to back, he had the Si Bu Xiang and Corpse Puppet, and Zeng Zifang had the Sword Cultivator Puppet, making it much harder for Zhao Yanran to launch a sneak attack, no matter how fast she was.
He gave up resisting and leaned against Zeng Zifang; a soft, languid feeling came from behind him, a very comfortable sensation that made his blood flow a little faster.
"This wicked woman can actually use her body to perform charm techniques."
Qian Duoduo quickly found an explanation for himself, "I'm being forced."
Zeng Zifang brandished her Nine-Section Poison Whip, "Come on. Kill this harlot, slaughter this lover of mine. Little Qian, suddenly, I feel so close, as if we're back to that spring-like night..."
Qian Duoduo's legs went weak, and he was in a panic:
"Wicked woman, stop it right now. When did we ever have a spring-like night?"
But with him and Zeng Zifang so close, how could he dare to say no?
"Little Qian, isn't that right?" Zeng Zifang rubbed her back against Qian Duoduo's.
Qian Duoduo's mind wavered, and he immediately replied, "Mmm."
Hearing this, Zeng Zifang let out a soft moan from deep within her throat.
This sound almost made Qian Duoduo's bones melt.
He momentarily lost focus, and the Purple Eyes in his Lower Spirit Sea began to swim, activating the Purple Gold spiritual threads throughout his body, immediately waking Qian Duoduo from his daze.
Qian Duoduo realized he was actually enjoying Zeng Zifang's actions. He was on the verge of tears, thinking, "Zeng Zifang is too much of a Prodigy. If this continues, will I ever be able to escape her grasp? If she becomes a Sect Knight and acts like this with me, what should I do? I should just escape, escape back to the Refining Spirit Sect."
Thinking of this, Qian Duoduo no longer cared about anything else. He circulated the Golden Life Devouring Dragon Art, actively pushing the Purple Eyes to keep himself clear-headed.
Zhao Yanran saw Zeng Zifang and Qian Duoduo not only touching intimately but also flirting in front of her, which ignited her fury.
Her figure flickered, appearing in front of Zeng Zifang's right, and she attacked with two spears.
Then, she flashed in front of Qian Duoduo, bringing the Snow Crane Gold Spear down on his head.
Zhao Yanran's momentum was fierce, but Qian Duoduo had already sensed her through the Wu Bai Spider Web.
He raised the Soul Blade in his hand and blocked with all his might. The sharp horn of the Si Bu Xiang beside him also shot out a golden light, striking the Snow Crane Gold Spear.
Under Zhao Yanran's relentless onslaught, Qian Duoduo's speed in condensing Soul Dragons became faster and faster; in a single breath, he could form several Azure Dragons.
Qian Duoduo swallowed Qi Return Pills constantly, as if eating fried beans.
Suddenly, his heart filled with joy: "The fourth one, it's done!"
