The look in one's eyes when they want to kill someone can never be hidden.
At this moment.
Nangong Manyin's almond-shaped eyes were wide open, staring intently at Nangong Chou, wishing she could tear him into eighteen pieces.
Was this her own brother?
How could he favor outsiders and only scheme against his sister?
However, the ship sinking and the sun rising in the west had both happened.
Although it wasn't the real sun, but the single eye of the Ancient Evil Flood Dragon, her life had been saved by Ji Mo, so she had lost the bet.
But the thought of having to wear a swimsuit and dance for this scumbag made Nangong Manyin feel unwilling.
Moreover, this scumbag had said the more revealing the outfit, the better. What if he couldn't control himself while watching her dance and his beastly nature took over?
Nangong Manyin's heart was filled with panic, unsure if she should honor the bet.
At this time, Ji Hanhan's mind was still in a daze.
He was only focused on checking his fist, worried that his body was too weak to punch powerfully, and hadn't noticed the terrifying effect of his punch.
With a single punch, the Ancient Evil Flood Dragon's head exploded, and the sky was almost shattered!
It wasn't until the surviving Supreme Immortals, filled with awe, bowed to him in thanks that he realized he had somehow won.
"You're welcome. Actually, I didn't do much."
Ji Mo waved his hand, thinking he had just thrown a couple of random punches.
This evil flood dragon was so large, yet so useless, and was resolved so easily. He hadn't even had his fill of beating it.
Seeing Ji Mo being so approachable, without any airs, humble, and not arrogant, these people were even more impressed and sincerely convinced.
Such a gentle and amiable senior master, with noble character and true integrity, was a rarity in the entire Immortal Spirit Realm!
"Hypocritical, pretentious!"
Nangong Manyin always viewed Ji Mo with prejudiced eyes, believing he was doing this deliberately to make these Supreme Immortals feel deeply grateful and indebted to him.
After all, these individuals hailed from top-tier major powers and held significant positions. The value of their favor was immeasurable.
If they could gain the backing of these forces in the future, they could almost walk sideways in Purple Thistle Continent.
After exchanging pleasantries and conversing with Ji Mo, the several Supreme Immortal powerhouses, filled with murderous intent, surrounded the heavily injured Ao Cheng, clearly intending to not let him go.
They had almost died, and their subordinates had been wiped out. This bloody vengeance had to be repaid.
"What, you want to kill me? Try touching a single hair of mine."
Ao Cheng was not only unafraid but also extremely arrogant.
Zhao Jin from the Tongtian Sect was hot-tempered and immediately couldn't stand it. He sneered, "You dare to scheme against us, you shameless wretch are doomed."
He raised his fist, intending to beat Ao Cheng severely and interrogate him under torture to find out his background and why he was so arrogant, and if there were any other schemes.
"My father is the Silver Flood Dragon King."
Ao Cheng directly revealed his lineage, showing a disdainful smile and provocatively saying, "Go on, hit me if you dare."
Zhao Jin's face turned ashen, his fists clenched with a creaking sound, but he dared not strike.
The Silver Flood Dragon King, the patriarch of the Flood Dragon clan, was one of the influential figures in the entire North Ice Ocean, with immense power.
If he injured Ao Cheng, he would inevitably offend the Silver Flood Dragon King, and even antagonize the entire Sea Clan.
He would never be able to travel in the North Ice Ocean again, and all transactions and exchanges with the Sea Clan would be cut off. These consequences were too significant and could not be taken lightly.
The few Supreme Immortals felt extremely stifled. Despite suffering such a great loss, they dared not do anything to Ao Cheng easily. This was a matter of great importance, and they had to report it to their superiors before making a decision.
"Haha, you humans are all cowards, spineless..."
Seeing this, Ao Cheng laughed triumphantly.
However, his laughter was abruptly cut short as a resounding slap sent him flying.
Ji Mo was the one who struck, as he did not tolerate such arrogant individuals and acted directly.
"You... you dare hit me?"
Ao Cheng's jaw was already crooked, and now he received another big slap. His mouth was full of blood, and his cheek was swollen.
"Didn't you ask me to hit you? No need to be grateful, I've always been happy to help."
Ji Mo rolled up his sleeves, rubbed his hands, and walked over.
"My father is the Silver Flood Dragon King, you pretty boy, how dare you... Ah..."
Ao Cheng was furious and brought up his father again.
However, all he got was another big slap.
Threats?
Ji Hanhan had never feared any threats.
"You bastard, my father, the Silver Flood Dragon King..."
*Slap!*
"My father..."
*Slap, slap...*
The people nearby were dumbfounded, looking at Ao Cheng with sympathy.
This unlucky fellow was truly miserable. He got a slap from Ji Mo for every half sentence he spoke. His entire head was beaten into a pig's head. Even if his father, the Silver Flood Dragon King, came, he probably wouldn't recognize him.
"Stop... stop hitting..."
Ao Cheng couldn't take it anymore and had to surrender. If he was hit any longer, his head might explode.
This pretty boy was too brutal, not human at all.
Ji Mo stopped, not out of kindness, but because he suddenly thought that keeping Ao Cheng alive would be very useful.
After bidding farewell to Ji Mo, the several Supreme Immortals quickly left. The events that had transpired here had to be reported to their respective sects as soon as possible to determine how to resolve them.
Furthermore, they were all heavily injured, and to avoid any unforeseen accidents, they naturally wanted to distance themselves from this place of trouble as quickly as possible.
"If you want to live, surrender."
Ji Mo said coldly to Ao Cheng, his tone carrying a killing intent that implied death if he refused.
"Hmph, I am a dignified Flood Dragon, how can I surrender to a human? Wishful thinking. Kill me or flay me, as you please."
Ao Cheng remained unyielding, his bones were hard, and he was not afraid of death.
He had his own pride and stubbornness, preferring to die than surrender to humans.
"You're overthinking it, I don't want you."
Ji Mo pointed to Bonny beside him, "Here, Little Mermaid Princess, surrender to her and you can live."
Bonny didn't know Ji Mo's intention, but she cooperatively exuded her unique aura, revealing her identity.
"So it's that escaped fish from the Mermaid clan."
Ao Cheng clearly knew Bonny. His reaction was not as intense as before, but he still flatly refused, "Although she has royal blood of the Mermaids, how could I, Ao Cheng, surrender to a little girl with yellow hair? Give up on that idea."
Looking at Ao Cheng, who was impervious to persuasion, Ji Mo didn't know what to do for a moment. The other party had a disregard for life and death, making him difficult to subdue.
"Let me deal with this bastard. I'll beat him until he submits."
Nangong Chou had long wanted to deal with Ao Cheng. This pervert had a lustful eye for his beauty, and this was the perfect opportunity for revenge.
Moreover, it was also a chance to curry favor with Ji Mo.
He rubbed his wrists and pounced on Ao Cheng with a sinister grin, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks.
"Ah..."
Ao Cheng let out a strange scream: "No... don't... don't stop, come on, my dear, hit me harder... punch me with your little fists..."
The scene changed abruptly.
Previously, Ao Cheng had wailed when Ji Mo slapped him, but now he looked as if he was enjoying it, wanting more.
As a Flood Dragon, Ao Cheng's physique was incredibly strong, with thick skin and flesh. Nangong Chou's attacks did not cause much damage; he was in pain yet happy.
"Holy crap, is this guy a masochist?!"
Ji Mo felt a chill run down his spine, realizing Ao Cheng was very strange and seemed to have feelings for Nangong Chou.
Perhaps, he could let Nangong Chou employ a "honey trap" to force him to comply.
Just as Ji Mo was contemplating his plan.
Nangong Manyin, who had been hesitant, seemed to have made up her mind, willing to admit defeat and honor the bet.
Her pretty face flushed, she forcefully pulled Ji Mo into the dense woods nearby. After confirming that no one was around, she began to unbutton her collar.
"Hey, Miss Nangong, you... what are you doing... No..."