Yang Fu had just whispered a few words with Leng Li and had already learned about these people's affairs.
Although Zhuang Zhengzhi's pursuit of her was somewhat annoying, he was still a gentleman who was upright and open, without any other underhanded methods.
"Go and seek your own opportunities."
"Thank you, senior!"
Zhuang Zhengzhi clasped his hands together and flew away.
Although Yang Fu was not petty enough to kill him, he was also not magnanimous enough to search for treasures with such a cultivator who pursued his wife.
By now, Leng Li had returned to her usual state, looking at the ten people screaming miserably on the ground, she asked:
"Husband, how should we deal with them?"
A ruthless glint flashed in Yang Fu's eyes.
"These people act like those on the Demon Path, naturally, they should be treated in the way of the Demon Path..."
"Little pot, I remember you have a forbidden dish called [Blood Essence Paste], would you open a pot for these ten people?"
