Qi Yu stood a little further away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

She has decided not to intervene, but to observe and see what kind of path the demonic cultivators are taking.

In her view, this was just a personal grudge, and it was none of her business to interfere and seek justice.

Bamboo Princess has fallen into prostitution; one can only imagine the darkness she has endured. Tonight, she will be used as a gimmick to attract customers and sell her "virginity."

Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. As long as Zhu Ji doesn't come after her, it's none of her business.

Despite the fearful or disgusted gazes of the crowd, Zhu Ji on the stage continued to dance gracefully, the silver hairpin in her hair constantly emitting red light, and the smile on Zhu Ji's face grew even more joyful.

"Is my dance beautiful?"

A weak man lying on the ground said hatefully, "You bitch, I was kind enough to do you a favor, and you actually want to kill me!"

Zhu Ji smiled slightly, flicked her water sleeves, and strangled the man to death.

The man stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and before he could even close his eyes, he was dead.

"Since you're so kind, sir, I'll gladly accept your life."

The men who had been cursing earlier suddenly fell silent, afraid that Zhu Ji would be the next to kill them.

Seeing how fierce Zhu Ji was, capable of killing without a word, the armed men hesitated and tried to flee.

Zhu Ji's silver hairpin was still absorbing the soul power of these people, and more and more people fainted, not knowing if they would ever wake up.

Just as those cultivators were about to fight to the death, a sword light shot straight at Zhu Ji on the drum from afar.

"Master Dingfeng has arrived!"

"We're saved!"

"You bitch, you can't escape!"

Qi Yu, who was watching from the shadows, was overwhelmed by a powerful pressure and nearly fell off the roof of the inn.

The Master Dingfeng of Qiankun Fortress, Li An's master...