Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Yu Dingji caught a glimpse of the "little thing" being taken away, and was immediately enraged. He freed one hand and slashed at the old man with a sword.

Wu Feng was fighting with Ying Zhou and seven others for the second time when a sword flew towards him unexpectedly and almost cut off one of his immortal beards. In an instant, he let out a roar that shook the sky.

"You ignorant brat, you dare to attack me? Even your old sect leader doesn't have the guts to do that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the devastating sword energy was released again, slashing towards the seven people head-on. The bluestone slabs on the ground were flipped up and smashed into their chests.

The five weaker disciples of the Evil Sect were instantly stunned. He Xiao, the Sixth Elder's eldest disciple, clad in a leopard skin, plunged his iron hammer deep into the ground, dragging himself backwards ten feet before finally regaining his footing.

Ying Zhou was flung back three feet again, spun around, and landed steadily, his eyes filled with shock. When he raised his palm again, the old man looked at his clan leader with a ferocious expression, extending an invisible giant palm towards him.

"Oh no! The sect leader is in danger!" At this moment, Ying Zhou felt that his time was up. He felt a heart attack and his whole body ached. He used all his strength to swing a sword at the giant palm.

After Yu Dingji escaped, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed even more crazily towards the sky.

The pleasure of being on the verge of death made him extremely excited. He immediately withdrew from the contest with Wei Shizhang, gathered energy in his dantian and attacked ancestor Wu again.

Ying Zhou took so much effort to break the giant palm by three inches, but before he could catch his breath, he saw the sect leader trying to commit suicide again. He was so angry that all his energy went against his will and he vomited blood on the spot.

"You little brat, I'm going to bury you today!" Wu Feng had always had a bad temper. This was the first time he'd encountered such an arrogant kid. He didn't even bother to draw his sword, but struck him with both palms. He simply broke through the powerful sword energy with a massive hand, snatching the man up in mid-air and hoisting him high into the air.

The air was surging around, and Wu Feng hooked Yu Dingji's chin with one foot, spun around and pressed him into the ground, leaving only his head exposed.

"We know we were wrong! Please show mercy!" Ying Zhou was so scared that only a wisp of soul was left. He immediately shouted for mercy and pounced towards the head, fearing that the big foot would crush him to death.

You've hit a wall today, Sect Leader!

Ying Zhou and the other disciples felt a chill run down their spines as they unceremoniously prostrated themselves at Elder Wu's feet, begging him for mercy. But at this very moment, Yu Dingji burst into laughter once more, his handsome face ferocious, almost inhuman, his eyes still filled with fervor, unconcerned with his own life or death.

He should show mercy when he can. After all, he was the leader of a sect, so he should show some respect. However, this respect was not reserved for the arrogant child under his feet, but for Qi Songhan, the most powerful elder of the evil sect.

"Hmph! You dare to set your sights on my good friend's disciple's wife? Don't you even consider your own worth? Put away your covetous heart. If you do it again, I will beat you so badly that even your master won't recognize you!"

After the two men left, the Sixth Elder of the Evil Sect was still lying on the ground, nodding repeatedly.

He's so protective of his friend's apprentice's wife? This is fucking weird!

The seven people took great pains to pull the sect leader out of the ground. At this time, Yu Dingji's pupils were already dilated.

Ying Zhou reluctantly pulled a tranquilizing pill from his bosom and fed it to him. If the Sect Master hadn't been poisoned, his temper wouldn't have become so erratic, not to mention his current mediocre strength. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth in pain again.

What about the sect leader? He hasn’t even cleared out all the remaining poison in his body!

What misfortune for the sect!