Chapter 33: Breaking Neck
The gentle rustle of leaves overhead belied the tension that now thickened the air like a storm on the horizon.
Wang Mei’s cold eyes remained locked on Meng Hao, her robes billowing lightly in the breeze as spiritual energy hummed faintly around her. Her patience had clearly reached its end. Raising a slender hand, she gave her command in a tone as icy as the sect she hailed from.
"Take him."
The seven green-robed disciples didn’t hesitate. At her word, they moved as one, stepping forward with a mix of eagerness and twisted amusement dancing in their eyes. To them, Meng Hao was nothing more than a captured prey, a little toy who hadn’t yet realized his place.
One among them, a girl with a seductive glint in her eyes and long jade hair, stepped ahead of the others. Her gaze swept over Meng Hao with a mixture of pity and lust. She smiled, licking her lips slowly as if savoring a taste she had yet to experience.
"Heheh... Boy, don’t blame us for being rude," she purred mockingly. "Senior Sisters Wang Mei and Su Mei already gave you a chance to be smart, but you chose ignorance over submission. Such a shame."
She walked slowly toward him, each step deliberate, her voice teasing. "Be a good boy. You still have one last chance. Come with me, and maybe we’ll treat you nicely."
Meng Hao remained motionless, his expression calm—unbothered, almost disinterested. His eyes half-lidded, as if her words weren’t even worth acknowledging. He didn’t speak, didn’t raise his hand, didn’t shift his posture.
To those watching, it appeared he was frozen with fear.
The green-robed disciple’s smile widened, mistaking his silence for helplessness. "Hmph, so arrogant for someone so weak," she sneered. "Let me teach you what real power looks like."
And with that, she surged forward.
Wind whipped past her robes as she accelerated, spirit energy gathering around her palm. Her footsteps barely touched the ground as she dashed toward him, a smirk curling her lips. In her mind, it was already over.