138: How shameless!

"Are you truly going to push things this far?"

Inside the canyon, Purple Rhyme, dressed in a pale purple dress, spoke coldly.

At this moment, she leaned against the rock behind her, looking gravely at the four Men in Black opposite her.

The four of them occupied the four directions, completely blocking all her escape routes.

Just then, a masked Man in Black opened his mouth and laughed, "What is Fellow Daoist saying? We won't kill you; we just want you to serve us."

"That's right!"

Another Man in Black echoed, "It's rare to encounter a stunning Ghost Venerable who is isolated and injured. What a unique opportunity!"

"Fellow Daoist should comply obediently, lest you suffer physical pain."

Hearing these words, Purple Rhyme's expression became extremely ugly. "If you act like this, aren't you afraid my master will find out and completely start a war with the God Realm behind you?"

"Start a war?"

One of the Men in Black sneered, "Currently, the Cangyuan Continent seems to be in a strange balance. Although there are mutual conflicts between the two sides, there are no life-and-death battles involving the God Realm. How can the God Realm behind you start a war just because he wants to?"

"Exactly. Not only will the God Realm behind you not start a war for you, but even if he would, he'd have to know it was us who did it!"

"That's right. We will hide you and enjoy you in secret."

"When we get tired of playing, we'll just kill you in this Secret Realm. Who would ever know?"

"Haha, what a great idea!"

"It is said that killing a God Realm expert in the Jade Void Secret Realm leaves a mark that others can easily spot, but the Venerable Realm is not within that scope."

The four men spoke one after another, as if they had already decided Purple Rhyme's fate.

Purple Rhyme's expression was grim. She had just escaped a dangerous place and was seriously injured.

At this moment, she was no match for other Venerable Realm experts, let alone the four men facing her.

For a moment, Purple Rhyme couldn't help but show a look of despair.

She glanced at the four men who were ready to move, feeling helpless. "Am I really going to fall here today?"

She suddenly raised her head and looked fiercely at the four men, her voice sounding as if it came from the Nine Hells.

"Then try it. See if this Venerable can bite off a piece of flesh from you before I die."

As her gaze swept over the four men, their hearts couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Stop the nonsense, attack now!"

A Man in Black spoke, "It's best if we can control her, but if not, just kill her!"

"Got it!"

The other three men nodded in agreement, and streams of attacks appeared in their hands, heading toward Purple Rhyme.

Purple Rhyme's expression changed slightly. Ghostly Qi condensed around her, forming a defensive shield.

While maintaining the shield, she tried to use attacks to disperse the four men's assaults.

But soon, she noticed something unusual.

The attacks of these four men were not too strong; they seemed to be deliberately controlled.

They were strong enough to make her perceive danger, yet not strong enough to directly injure her.

"Damn it!"

"These four bastards want to use this method to exhaust the spiritual energy within my body..."

Alarm and fury rose in Purple Rhyme's heart. She launched an all-out attack in one direction, intending to break out of the encirclement.

But as soon as she moved, the Man in Black in that direction suddenly increased the intensity of his attack, forcibly driving her back.

"Pfft!"

Purple Rhyme spat out a mouthful of black blood, her face turning even paler.

However, sensing that the four men's attacks were descending again, she had no choice but to continue raising her defense.

"Damn them!"

Purple Rhyme cursed angrily, "If you act like this, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Retribution?"

The four Men in Black burst into laughter, their voices full of derision:

"Do you even have the right to say that? Have the Ghost Race harmed the Human Race any less? Why haven't they faced retribution?"

"Since you are a member of the Ghost Race, isn't us toying with you and killing you also revenge for the Human Race?"

"Facing retribution? Isn't it because you killed too many that you are suffering today's retribution?"

Purple Rhyme frowned deeply. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she quickly spoke:

"Wait!"

"My master is from the Human Race! I am currently bound by a contract to him; I am his ghost servant!"

"If you leave now, I will pretend nothing happened."

"Otherwise, if my master finds out, the God Realm behind you will have a difficult time explaining themselves, won't they?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the four Men in Black looked at each other, and their attacks weakened slightly.

"Is your master really from the Human Race?"

A Man in Black asked, "Are you one of Ghost Spirit Divine Venerable's people?"

Ghost Spirit Divine Venerable!

This person was skilled in a Ghost Spirit Contract Secret Technique, forcibly contracting members of the Ghost Race for his own use.

He became famous because of this.

It is said that after his Breakthrough into the Spirit God stage, he successively contracted seven great Ghost Venerables.

Adding to that the more than twenty Ghost Sovereigns from before, all were enslaved under his control.

This made the members of the Ghost Race grit their teeth in hatred, but they had never found an opportunity to retaliate against him.

If this woman was truly one of Ghost Spirit Divine Venerable's people, then they would have to seriously reconsider their actions.

Purple Rhyme was about to shake her head, but realizing that her own master was obscure and likely couldn't intimidate these four, she simply nodded ambiguously.

Seeing this, the four men exchanged glances, their expressions showing increased hesitation.

But at that moment, one of the Men in Black suddenly spoke, "Stop hesitating. We've already gone this far; can we still turn back?"

"That's right!"

Another Man in Black reacted and quickly agreed, "It is said that Ghost Spirit Divine Venerable has a volatile temper. If we let this woman escape, he will surely settle the score with us!"

"Rather than that, we might as well finish what we started. The space here has already been sealed by us, so no messages can be transmitted."

"After enjoying her, we'll kill her and destroy the evidence. Who would know it was us?"

The four men nodded one after another, and the momentum of their attacks became slightly fiercer.

Seeing this, Purple Rhyme's face grew even uglier. "If you let me go, I promise not to let my master trouble you. How about that?"

But upon hearing her words, the four Men in Black all shook their heads.

"Not happening."

"We don't believe ghost stories, and we certainly don't believe you, a member of the Ghost Race."

"Heh heh, I've never played with a Ghost Venerable before. How could I let you run away?"

"Haha, us too!"

Hearing these words, Purple Rhyme's expression changed again. She hadn't expected these four men to be so... so shameless!

For a moment, she felt a surge of despair.

The space was sealed, and she couldn't send out any messages. Even if she died, it would likely be in vain.

Judging by their words, if she was controlled by them, she would likely be humiliated before death.

Thinking of this, a trace of ferocity rose in Purple Rhyme's heart.

She looked coldly at the four men, having already made a certain decision in her heart.

Seeing her expression was wrong, one of the Men in Black quickly said, "Everyone be careful. Watch out for her death throes!"

Another Man in Black voiced his suspicion, "It shouldn't come to that, right? Who would seek death when they could be controlled by us and live a little longer?"

"Who knows?"

"What if she decides she can't bear it and doesn't want to be played with by us?"

"That makes sense. Everyone watch out for her counterattack, and if possible, stop her from committing suicide in time."

"It would be a pity for such a beautiful Ghostly Creature to die just like that."

The four men spoke back and forth, their attitude becoming more serious.

Listening to these words, Purple Rhyme's face grew even uglier.

"Master, I'm sorry!"

She murmured, and the Ghostly Qi all over her body surged violently; she was no longer willing to wait.

"Not good!"

"This wretched wench is going to self-detonate!"

The four men's expressions changed drastically, and they flashed their figures, rapidly moving away.