Yelu Jingcun was so frightened that he quickly retreated. Only then did he remember that he still had 300 guards with strong martial arts skills.

"Come... someone... arrest him... arrest him for me..."

He stammered and finished his words, but no one came to save him.

When Yelu Jingcun looked at it from behind, his scalp suddenly went numb and he screamed.

The 300 guards behind him were now floating in the air less than a meter high, their faces shone with fear. Following their gaze, they saw a strange, towering creature staring intently at them with its pitch-black eyes.

The thing had a huge mouth and was surrounded by black mist. It was the first time he had ever seen such a thing. The hair on his body instantly stood up, and even his screams were silenced.

Seeing that several members of the Tornado team had already killed several people, Qian Yeming angrily ordered: "Don't let them die so happily. Since their lower bodies are itchy, let them take a good bath in their lower body blood!"

"yes!"

A uniform sound passed by, followed by screams.

Murong Xiao, who was playing with his fingers on the side, although bored but at least he could watch the show, immediately held his forehead and turned away after seeing this.

Although she really didn't mind the bloody scene, she, as a woman, decided not to watch the spectacle of 300 men having their penises chopped off simultaneously. She was afraid she would get stye if she saw it too much.

"Since Prince Yelu and his subordinates are so hungry, let's give them a good meal!"

After saying that, Qian Yeming flicked his fingers slightly, and a stream of true energy directly pressed on Yelu Jingcun's acupoints.

Unable to move, Yelu Jingcun looked in horror at Qian Yeming, who had once looked sickly and vulnerable, but was now incredibly terrifying and powerful. He asked in horror, "What...what...are you going to do?"

"What are you doing? Didn't you hear me? I am just being kind and want to treat you to a good meal!" Qian Yeming raised a bright smile at the corner of his lips, but this smile was as chilling as a poisonous poppy.

"Qian Yeming, you're a pervert!"

After the disgusting feeling subsided, Yelu Jingcun's body was already riddled with holes from being beaten with a cane.

Lying on the ground with his last breath, he begged for mercy with regret: "I was wrong, I was wrong! Please... please let me go..."