Evan Lin’s face remained calm and indifferent, while the Soul-Sacrifice Beauty Scroll in his backpack began to emit a faint glow.
The Three Maiden Spirits slowly emerged from the backpack, then howled as they rushed toward Victor Moore.
Seeing Evan Lin remain silent, Victor Moore assumed he was scared and sneered. He stuck his hands in his pockets, glanced at Melissa Mu, and said, “Let’s go. You’d better not get involved with people like him again. As your cousin, it’s my duty to keep you from being deceived.”
Victor Moore waved his hand, his face full of Moore family pride.
Melissa Mu glanced worriedly at Evan Lin, while Leon Lin and the others followed Victor Moore with gloating expressions, heading off into the distance.
In midair, the Three Maiden Spirits positioned themselves to the left, right, and center, joining their hands and extending a single finger.
Thousand-Year Kill!
The Three Maiden Spirits jabbed their fingers straight into Victor Moore’s backside as he turned around.
"Ugh!"
Victor Moore’s handsome face turned ashen in a matter of seconds.
The first Thousand-Year Kill made Victor Moore’s eyes widen as he let out an involuntary whimper.
Before he could recover from the first blow, the second Maiden Spirit struck again with an even sharper Thousand-Year Kill, jabbing Victor Moore’s backside.
Pffft!
The blow went straight through Victor Moore’s gut, and under everyone’s gaze, he let out a loud fart.
"Whoa!" Leon Lin jumped at the sound, thinking someone was setting off firecrackers.
"What was that sound just now?" Several girls who’d been watching Victor Moore looked confused.
"No idea, but it sounded like a fart," another girl said, looking skeptical.
"No way, even Victor Moore could fart?"
For a moment, many people looked over at Victor Moore, whispering among themselves.
Luckily, Melissa Mu was standing a bit farther away and wasn’t caught up in the sudden fart.
Victor Moore’s face turned red, his backside clenched painfully, his stomach churned, and he felt miserable.
Two straight Thousand-Year Kills had left Victor Moore barely hanging on. With so many eyes on him, he couldn’t stop walking now.
He forced himself to take a step forward, just managing to set his foot down.
Behind him, the third Thousand-Year Kill struck.
Bang!
The last Thousand-Year Kill was delivered by the central Maiden Spirit, striking true.
Victor Moore’s legs buckled and he lost his balance, pitching forward.
To the onlookers, it seemed as if Victor Moore had suddenly lost his footing and tripped over something.
With a thud, Victor Moore crashed to the ground, groaning in pain. He twisted his hips, wanting to rub the spot hit by the Thousand-Year Kill, but with so many people watching, he couldn’t bring himself to do it, leaving him feeling conflicted and embarrassed.