Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 425

"I'll also record the entire process and upload it to the Internet. Everyone in the country will know how lowly and pathetic the daughter of the Tang family is. I wonder what your relatives and friends would think when they watch the video!"

"You… You irredeemable b*stard! Go to hell!" Tang Sisi cursed weakly in despair. She was filled with fear, and she knew she could not die.

"If you don't want to die, you should enjoy the ride! Hahaha!" Huang Feihu cackled pervertedly. He pulled hard, and Tang Sisi's jacket and shirt came off in an instant.

"Ahhh!" She cried out in fear.

Her graceful neck, alluring collarbones, and supple arms were exposed. It was a sight to behold.

What was more enticing was her twin peaks were barely hidden under her tattered clothes and looked incredibly seductive.

"Ooh, they're so round and big. What a pleasant surprise!" Huang Feihu laughed excitedly. He could not wait to sit on that masterpiece and fully unleash his beastly instincts.

He turned his head to tell the person next to him, "Remember to record this! I might want to revisit this moment from time to time…"

"Stop it, you b*stard! I'll kill you!"

Tang Sisi was in despair. Tears streamed down her face, and her heart ached.

She was not afraid of death or revenge, but she did not wish to be violated and humiliated. She did not want her dignity to be trampled upon, and she was afraid to even think about the fear in her father's eyes when news got to him…

Tang Sisi's mind was blank. Vaguely, the silhouette of a man appeared in front of her.

He stood straight and firm like a mountain, and his demeanor inspired confidence and safety in anyone looking at him.

Chu Feng!

Within a second of Tang Feihu touching Tang Sisi's clothes, something that sounded like a large explosion suddenly rang out. In the next moment, Huang Feihu's stout body flew twenty feet away as though he had been hit by a bullet.

He crashed onto the ground and raised a cloud of sand and dust.

Huang Shengshou and the other guests were shocked. The disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance looked as though they had just seen a ghost.

What hit Mr. Huang and sent him flying?

He was the most powerful fighter in Jiangbei, the martial arts grandmaster and leader of the enforcement unit who had been personally bestowed a title by the Nonamillennial. Yet he was sprawled face-first on the ground like a dog.

What could have happened?