11 Don't Worry, I won't Kill You

"Ah!" Zhu Zhongba's scream resonated in the villa.

He backed away frantically and conjured a whip from his storage ring and flailed it wildly at He Xi.

He Xi was agile so there was no way the whip was going to get her. However, the cold vibe of the whip caught her interest.

She ducked, and in the next instance, she had the whip in her hand and was lashing out at Zhu Zhongba.

He screamed out in pain and eventually lost his voice.

He Xi laughed coldly as she looked at Zhu Zhongba's pathetic figure on the floor. "En, it's a good whip. It's a waste in your hands." If she was right, it was made from the bone of some kind of animal. It was ivory and translucent, tough but flexible. The spikes on the whip were retractable. It was a lucky find!

On the other hand, Zhu Zhongba's cries finally attracted the attention of the guards.

The leader was still the four cultivators in Foundation Establishment. He Xi curled her lips, and the needles that she had prepared beforehand went flying.

"Ah! My spiritual power; why can't I use my spiritual powers?!"

"You demoness, what spell did you cast us?!"

All the cultivators from the villa were gathered here. The needles sealed their dantian, which rendered their spiritual powers useless.

He Xi's hands moved slightly, and there was an aroma in the air.

The self-righteous soldiers felt their limbs go soft and collapsed on the floor.

At this point, they could not even call from help, not to mention fight back.

He Xi picked up the slavery bondage on the ground and placed them into her space. She then moved forward with a sinister and mysterious smile.

Zhu Zhongba's big face was now swollen and covered in red marks. "Young lady, heroine, milady. I've made a mistake; I'm in the wrong. Please don't kill me!"

He Xi squatted down and patted on Zhu Zhongba's barely recognizable face.

"Say, stupid fatso, why don't you ever learn? You think you can take advantage of me and when you like?"

"I don't dare to anymore, wuuu. I won't do it anymore!"

He Xi looked at Zhu Zhongba, who was in tears, disgustedly. "It's a pity. It's too late. Don't even dream of getting away with this lightly, having trifled with me!"

He Xi kicked Zhu Zhongba unconscious and then proceeded to drag the warriors over.

"Didn't you say that you'll have me begging for mercy?"

The cruelty in the young girl's eyes, coupled with her sinister smile, made them tremble.

"Yo-you… do you know who we are?" One of the soldiers stammered out. "We're from the Zhu family, the richest family in Jin Ling. If you raise a hand against us, you're going against the entire Zhu family."

"Pfft. No matter how good you are, you're nothing but a mere mortal. We only fell into your devious ways because you caught us off-guard! The Zhu family is not short on cultivators. By then, you'll be trampled under our feet!"

"If you've got the guts, let us go; and we'll fight you fair and square!"

The warriors' despise of mortals was permeated in their speech.

He Xi was driven to the brink of laughing in anger. What did these useless scums know apart from leveraging on their warrior status to bully the weak?!

"Don't worry, I won't kill you!" she said with a cold voice that sounded like it was from the depths of hell.