RIP! RRIP!
With the sound of fabric being forcibly torn, the white dress on Su Shanyue, already tattered and scorched by swordfire, dissolved into fluttering pieces of soft cloth.
At the foot of a windswept hill, several Swordfire Divine Sect disciples formed a circle, their eyes glinting with malice as they stared at Su Shanyue struggling desperately on the ground. Their smiles were utterly lewd. Their gazes fixated on the bra that barely covered her, then roamed over her smooth abdomen and the V-line of her hips, making the Divine Sect disciples feel their blood boil.
"Exquisite!"
"Truly a masterpiece!"
In fact, these disciples of the Swordfire Divine Sect were no strangers to acts like this. Bullying the weak had long since become a matter of course for them. In their minds, the weak deserved to be bullied!
