No matter how noble they are in the mortal realm, how high can they really be? Where exactly do these people get their confidence?

"Yes, give up on that idea."

The female disciples glared angrily at Jun Feijue, as if she had committed a heinous crime by stealing from them. "You ugly freak, do you even deserve to get close to our Senior Brother Feng!"

"Although I will soon be no longer ugly, it's clear that you all like him very much."

Originally, she thought she could anger Jun Feijue, but to her surprise, Jun Feijue only frowned and paused before looking at Feng Wuxi and saying, "Then I'd like to take you as my slave even more. What do you think?"

Feng Wuxi didn't speak, but just looked up at Jun Feijue intently.

Others might not understand, but Feng Wuxi could sense that Jun Feijue's seemingly calm and unwavering dark pupils concealed absolute seriousness.

Every word she says now is sincere!

He knew there was no room for resistance, and that he only had one chance.

However, his pride prevented him from bowing his head.

"You can't self-destruct in front of me right now."

Jun Feijue's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Furthermore, I have a way to preserve the freshness of blood, but I'm too lazy to bother. You should understand your own value."

"I will give you enough blood."

Feng Wuxi knew, of course, Jun Feijue's purpose in wanting him.

He wasn't that narcissistic. The woman in front of him was anything but ordinary. The dark blue mark on her face was entirely due to the poison. Once that was cleared up, her appearance would be unparalleled in the world.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was clearly completely different from those superficial junior sisters in the sect, as different as heaven and earth.

"Can."

Jun Feijue said calmly, "In that case, they are no longer useful."

As he spoke, a purple light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand, slowly pointing at the Dao Xing Sect disciples.

"stop!"

Feng Wuxi knew, of course, that if Jun Feijue really wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't need to raise his hand; a single glance would suffice.

She did this to give him a choice.

It's either death or submission.

"Have you thought it through?"

Jun Feijue turned around and looked at him indifferently, raising his chin slightly, and said coldly, "Come before me, kneel down and acknowledge me as your master."

A chill swirled around her, gently lifting her inky blue robes. The nobility and confidence emanating from her very soul made her breathtakingly beautiful in this icy landscape.

"You ugly woman, I can't hold back anymore!"

Upon seeing this, the female disciple of Daoxing Sect, who had the strongest reaction, finally erupted and thrust her sword at Jun Feijue.

In her eyes, there was anger, as well as the most primal jealousy a woman can feel.

"Bang..."

However, she had barely taken a step when she was struck by an invisible force that suddenly appeared in the air, sending her flying backward and crashing heavily into a tree stump in the distance.

In an instant, the tree stump shattered into pieces.

"Pfft..."

The female disciple immediately coughed up blood and was so badly injured that she could no longer get up.

"I won't kill you now."

Jun Feijue slowly extended her slender, white hand, her wide black sleeves fluttering gently, her index finger slightly curving upwards.

"call out…"

The female disciple who had been coughing up blood and lying on the frost and snow immediately flew over.

"Bang..."

Then, it fell from mid-air and landed next to Feng Wuxi.

She was a complete mess, her face bruised and swollen, and all traces of her former beauty were gone.

"you…"

At this moment, the female disciple raised her head from the ice, and the arrogance and jealousy in her eyes when she looked at Jun Feijue were gone, replaced by deep fear.