Inside the room of the villa, Liu Ping was venting his animal desires on a female cultivator, cursing under his breath with a furious expression.
"Bitch, damn bitch, when I catch you, I'll make your life worse than death!"
It was clear he was taking out his anger on the female cultivator beneath him, treating her as if she were Qing Yao.
No one dared to interrupt Liu Ping at this moment; not to mention his identity as a seventh-rank alchemist, his background as the grandson of a Nascent Soul cultivator was enough to deter anyone.
Liu Ping's hands clamped onto the female cultivator's throat, tightening his grip with increasing ferocity, his expression turning more cruel. The woman he held began to suffocate, her neck nearly breaking.
But the women standing nearby dared not speak up or stop him. They were well aware of Liu Ping's brutality, as each time resulted in several deaths.
They could only hope that the dead wouldn't include themselves.
