Demonic Cult Stronghold

"The spies say that the clue to the Chaos Spirit Orb lies with them."

The demon clan leader, dressed in a dark blue robe with a distinctive black cloud pattern between his brows, nodded and accepted the letter from his subordinate.

"You bunch of heartless bastards, kill us or torture us as you please, but don't even think about getting anything out of us about the Chaos Spirit Pearl."

The middle-aged man, with his hands and feet bound to a wooden frame, roared at the gorgeously dressed black-haired succubus.

"Killing you would be too lenient."

"Guards, strip them naked!"

The succubus found his madness amusing and gestured for her subordinates to strip them of their clothes.

Don't think that having your clothes ripped off is a trivial matter.

Well, among the younger generation of upright people in recent years, it is indeed a small matter, after all, she has seen people take off their clothes and seduce her.

Since he loves taking off his clothes so much, let him take them off to his heart's content. She simply hung the naked man at the entrance of their largest sect.

But as for these old guys...

The succubus lightly traced her long, red nails across her face, her eyes filled with interest.

That's the most severe punishment.

The person who knows you best is not yourself, but your enemy.

This saying is most suitable for describing righteous people and demonic villains.

After so many years of negotiations, the devils know better than anyone else how much these stubborn old men value their physical bodies and the importance they place on so-called morality, rules, and a sense of shame.

Seeing the disheveled state of these old guys, filled with shame, anger, anxiety, and helplessness, their usual haughty and aloof image has completely collapsed.

They could only struggle in vain, their eyes filled with anger and humiliation, their faces flushed with rage and their bodies trembling...

The black-haired banshee covered her mouth and burst into loud laughter, her seductive voice filling the entire cell.

"Tsk tsk tsk, old age and fading beauty."

"Tsk tsk tsk, chili peppers hanging from a big tree."

Her disapproving comments arrived as expected with each piece of clothing that was removed.

Whatever it is, use the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms on it all!

Before they were even completely naked, two old men fainted.

The hall master walked up and sat leisurely on the stool to watch the show, when the black-haired demoness suddenly stood up.

"The Xuan Tian Sect is the sect with the most disciples in your martial arts world, right?"

"Those who don't tell me today, tomorrow they'll all be stripped naked, tied up, and displayed at the entrance of the Xuantian Sect for everyone to enjoy."

"I mean what I say. Do you all remember Elder Bai of the Myriad Manifestations Sect? How is he now?"

When the female demon mentioned this name, everyone looked at her with more fear.

"At the time, he refused to tell me the secret, so I ordered him to strip naked and be thrown back."

"I remember there were so many people back then, it was so lively."

The succubus had her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying some intoxicating memory.

"If you want it, I can make it for you."

She brandished a dagger, slicing it across everyone's face as a warning; her blue pupils held the scrutiny of a predator towards its prey.

"Three, two, one."

As the angry tone faded, the banshee randomly plunged her dagger into someone's shoulder. Only after hearing his scream was she slightly satisfied, and then she pulled the dagger out.

Next one, keep poking.

"Don't look at me like that, as if I'm some kind of wicked person and you're all innocent."

"The victor is king, the loser is villain. The demons you captured were tortured by you, so those of you we captured will naturally be tortured by us."

"If you have to blame someone, blame your own stupidity for falling into my hands."

Seeing that the banshee had left her dagger marks on everyone's shoulders, the hall master next to her grabbed her wrist.

"Alright, that's enough. They still have a use."

"The martial arts world already knows that we kidnapped these people."

We must be extremely vigilant.

He grabbed the succubus's left shoulder, snatched the dagger from her hand, and coldly wiped the blood off the dagger onto his own shoulder.

Seeing the red spreading across the dark blue patterned fabric, the banshee calmly took the dagger.