"Demoness, how dare you!"
Zhou Chang pointed at Bai Qingyan, trying to appear authoritative, believing that in the face of the Demon God Sect, the people of Tianqi City would surely stand by him.
However, things are always unexpected. If it were someone else, they might have stood up for him.
But Zhou Chang, infamous and hated by many, wasn't so lucky.
In the past, no one dared to act. Now, if someone acts, it's a cause for amusement.
Bai Qingyan moved.
She didn't mind others calling her a demoness.
But she minded trash like Zhou Chang calling her that.
So, Zhou Chang was in trouble.
As a Third Rank Spirit Master, he was sent flying.
How could a cultivation built on inferior elixirs compare with the battle-hardened Holy Daughter of the Demon God Sect?
Zhou Chang was truly scared now.
He couldn't even withstand a single move.
Humiliated, utterly humiliated, he saw the mocking gazes around him; how could someone so used to adoration accept this?
