Humiliation, stark and undisguised humiliation!
Mo Changfeng had never been insulted like this in his entire life.
One could still bear it if it were an enchanting demoness below, yet it was an ancient and indeterminably aged crone, unclear whether she was human or ghost.
With his clothes torn away in a flash, Mo Changfeng was completely unaware until he found himself swinging stark naked in midair, being ridiculed for his manhood by that very same dead crone. Mo Changfeng felt it would be less humiliating to be cleanly slain with a single stroke.
"Hmm, quite a satisfactory body," the Ghost Matriarch commented, paying no mind to Mo Changfeng's bloodthirsty, crimson eyes, as she tapped once more with the skull crutch.
"Tap!"
A lightweight wisp of black ghost energy twined around Mo Changfeng's body.
It was ticklish, as if countless little fish were nibbling all over his body, not even sparing the most sensitive spots! How miserable!
