Feeling the suffocating grip of that large hand around her neck, Yanna Zhou was both shocked and furious. She’d never imagined she’d lose—let alone be captured alive in just two moves!
"You country bumpkin, let me go!" Yanna Zhou shouted.
*Smack smack smack!*
Ian Song raised his hand and spanked her upturned butt a few times. "My little maid, you’re being naughty!"
Instantly, a deep blush spread across Yanna Zhou’s face. She shouted, "You bastard! How dare you hit me there? Let me go or I’ll kill your whole family!"
"Looks like my little maid needs some proper discipline!"
Ian said as he swung his palm again, landing several more spanks on her upturned butt.
Sharp pain mixed with a tingling numbness spread from her rear, making Yanna Zhou both ashamed and furious.
Lance Leng and Tyson Tian, who had just arrived, stared in stunned disbelief at the scene.
Then they barked coldly, "Ian Song, let go of Miss Yanna right now, or we won’t let this go!"
Ian Song shot them a cold glance and said flatly, "I’m disciplining my maid—what’s it to you?"
Lance Leng: "..."
Tyson Tian: "..."
Up in the pavilion, Victor Wang stood at the window, momentarily stunned. Then he murmured, "Looks like I underestimated him."
Seeing the fierce Yanna Zhou get captured by Ian Song—and even spanked—the Vermin Squad’s male members couldn’t help but howl, shouting that their captain was awesome, while the girls spat, "Captain’s such a shameless rogue!"
"Ian Song, will you let me go? I can ransom myself with treasures!" Yanna Zhou, now afraid of being spanked, pleaded. But in her heart she swore that when she got the chance, she’d chop this hateful bumpkin into pieces for daring to spank her in front of everyone!
"You belong to me now—body, soul, and all your treasures!"
Ian Song grinned playfully.
"Bastard!"
Hearing Ian’s refusal, Yanna Zhou cursed again.
*Smack smack!*
Ian Song spanked her twice more and threatened, "Keep cursing and I’ll keep spanking. Come on, little maid—call me master!"
"Dream on! I’d rather die than call you master!"
*Smack smack smack!*
"Ian Song, may you die a horrible death!"
*Smack smack smack!*
"Bastard, I’ll tear you apart!"
*Smack smack smack!*
"Waaah, you bastard, stop hitting me!"
*Smack smack smack!*
"Victor Wang, save me!"
"Call me master!" Ian Song said, grinning wickedly.
"Enough, Ian Song!"
In a flash, Victor Wang arrived with three other Hidden Dragon Ranking elites, his face dark and stormy.
"Victor, you’re here! Hurry and save me!"
Yanna Zhou’s eyes lit up with hope and she couldn’t help but rejoice.
"Ian Song, you’ve gone too far—publicly humiliating a woman!" Victor Wang’s eyes flashed like lightning as he stared at Ian Song. "Release Yanna now and I’ll let bygones be bygones."
"Who do you think you are?" Ian Song sneered. "You tell me to let her go and I do it? She’s my little maid now!"
As he spoke, Ian Song spanked Yanna Zhou’s upturned butt twice more.
"Bastard! I didn’t even curse you that time—why are you still hitting me?" Yanna Zhou was so aggrieved she was on the verge of tears.
"Sorry, just got used to it!"
Ian Song gave an awkward smile.
"Ian Song, you’re digging your own grave. Don’t keep testing my limits—let her go!"
Victor Wang spoke again, exuding an air of superiority.
"Victor Wang, huh? Number three on the Hidden Dragon Ranking!"
"So imposing! Looks like Ian Song is in deep trouble now!"
"Exactly! I just hope Ian Song doesn’t give in—then we’ll get to see the Qilin Prodigy Victor Wang fight!"
A crowd of cultivators quickly gathered, buzzing with discussion.
"Victor Wang, right? I happen to need a groom for my horses. You look pretty suitable—why not become my horse-keeper?" Ian Song said, dropping a bombshell.
"What? Ian Song actually wants Victor Wang to be his horse-keeper? That’s insane!"
"He’s really asking for it!"
"Damn, this is intense! I think I’m about to wet myself!"
Victor Wang’s face darkened. "Ian Song, running your mouth won’t get you anywhere. I’ll ask you one last time—are you letting her go or not?"
Ian Song acted as if he hadn’t heard Victor Wang. "Being my horse-keeper comes with great benefits—ten taels of gold a month. Why not think it over?"
Even Victor Wang’s patience snapped. His eyes flashed with divine light. "I didn’t want to deal with you myself, since you’re not even worthy to be my opponent. But your foul mouth changed my mind!"
Ian Song tossed the sealed Yanna Zhou to a female squad member, then pointed at Victor Wang. "Everyone on the Hidden Dragon Ranking is trash—including you. I was going to give you a chance to admire my peerless style as my horse-keeper, but you didn’t know how to cherish it!"
"Shut up!"
Victor Wang barked coldly, then raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike. Instantly, the sun and moon appeared—two massive wheels spinning with crushing power, hurtling toward Ian Song.
"Let me test your strength!"
Ian Song raised his own hand and struck back!
Boom!
Five-colored divine light flashed, colliding with the sun-moon wheels.
A huge explosion rang out—the sun-moon wheels shattered, but the five-colored light kept surging toward Victor Wang.
Seeing this...
Victor Wang narrowed his eyes, his expression grave. That sun-moon wheel technique could crush an ordinary mid-Law Phase cultivator, but Ian Song broke it with ease.
In the next instant, Victor pointed a finger, shattering the five-colored light, then flickered into midair.
He formed a hand seal and summoned a Golden Pagoda.
The Golden Pagoda grew in the wind, its golden light pouring down as it instantly expanded to a hundred meters tall.
"Suppress!"
Like Mount Tai crashing down, the Golden Pagoda descended.
Ian Song didn’t retreat or evade—instead, he soared into the sky.
With a swing of his fist, he shattered the Golden Pagoda and appeared right in front of Victor Wang.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He unleashed dozens of palm strikes in rapid succession, and Victor Wang met each with his own.
But the result was...
Boom!
Victor Wang was sent crashing to the ground.
But immediately, he transformed into a streak of golden light and shot skyward. Auspicious rays appeared overhead, draping down to envelop Victor Wang, and his aura surged like a raging flood.
Next, a qilin phantom suddenly appeared behind him.
"Roar! Roar!"
The divine beast’s furious roar shook the entire city.
All the nearby cultivators watching were left with ringing ears and dizzy heads by the force of the roar.
In the next instant, Victor Wang merged with the qilin phantom, becoming a streak of light that shot toward Ian Song.
"Qilin Strike!"
"Heh heh!"
At that moment, Ian Song let out a cold laugh, raised his hand, and a five-colored celestial palm appeared in the sky, then descended.
Boom!
Victor Wang, now a streak of light, was swatted away and crashed into a building several kilometers away.
"Damn it!"
But he immediately rose into the air again.
Bang!
The five-colored celestial palm suddenly appeared and slammed down, sending Victor Wang crashing to the ground again.
Victor Wang truly deserves the title Qilin Prodigy—his strength rivals a mid-Tribulation cultivator, and his defense is monstrous, nearly matching late-Tribulation level.
If Ian Song hadn’t condensed his Yang Spirit with five Imperial-grade powers and cultivated it to the late Yang Spirit stage, he wouldn’t be able to suppress Victor Wang with martial prowess alone.