"You're daydreaming!" The three scholars sneered. They had expected Jun Moxie to lay down certain conditions after capturing these women, but they never imagined such an absurd, fantastical notion! How could that be possible?

"Even if they are our wives, they are ultimately just articles of clothing." "Don't rush, you still have a second option." Jun Moxie shook a finger at them. He lowered his voice, "Look, these three women are your wives." I certainly won't touch them now, but I can responsibly guarantee you one thing: at the latest, within a day, your wives will be sleeping with pigs and dogs, then paraded for public viewing, after which I'll... Your hats will be inexhaustible and never-ending.

Don't you all love hats so much?" "Please, do not doubt my ability to carry this out. Since I could bring them here, it means I possess more than enough capability to do all this! Oh, and you don't need to worry about other matters either.

Just like the truth I revealed this time, I have plenty of **! Whether it's a pig or a dog, I can make it energetic and vigorous!" "Jun Moxie, how venomous you are! How could you commit such an inhuman act?

Those three women are innocent! The world is watching you; how dare you!" The faces of the three instantly turned deathly pale, completely drained of color! "How dare I not?

What is there for me to fear? Since you people could use such vile methods to deal with an innocent woman, can this Young Master not follow suit? Don't I know they are innocent?

Do I need you to remind me?! But the least innocent thing about them is that they are your wives! And you are a bunch of shameless wretches who push others to the brink while knowing full well they are innocent!

Isn't the world watching you, not just me? To see what choice you will make?!" Jun Moxie gave a mocking smile: "Try me?" Qin Qiushi saw they were stuck between a rock and a hard place, but if they showed weakness now, their entire future prospects would be ruined. Furthermore, although the Jun family had a reputation for ruthlessness across several generations, their daily conduct was known to be benevolent.

He couldn't believe Jun Moxie truly dared to publicly humiliate several women against such great moral opposition. He furiously rebuked with uncharacteristic firmness: "Jun Moxie, you despicable wretch! Your base act of holding innocent women and children hostage reveals the true character you possess.

Thousands of common folk are watching you; if you dare lay a finger on our wives, wait for the tidal wrath of all living beings and the eternal infamy you will bring upon the Jun family!" Jun Moxie grinned a cold, exceptionally brutal smile: "My character? My character is known by everyone, isn't it? Have you not learned it?

This Young Master has always been one who bullies the weak and oppresses the virtuous, committing every evil imaginable—don't you know this either?" "As for innocence, do you still have the audacity to speak to me of innocence now? Who is truly more innocent? Once things turn upon yourselves, you start screaming about innocence, about heaven's justice, about human decency!

Yet, when you dealt with other innocent women, your methods were more vicious and ruthless than the last, using any means necessary! What right do you have to speak of your innocence before me? Damn your mothers!

Let me ask you, has your conscience been eaten by dogs? Do you stand on the supposed moral high ground and feel entitled to frame and insult others at will?" Yan Shi and Han Zhidong, standing slightly further back, hesitated for a long moment. They scanned the crowd, seemingly drawing some sort of support, and finally mustered their courage, speaking in unison: "In this peaceful world, under the clear sky, you dare not?" Jun Moxie’s gaze turned chilling, his voice growing icier: "Peaceful world?

Clear sky? This Young Master intends to play you to death right under the broad daylight—so what? I had intended to deal with you later, but since you are so impatient, I shall oblige.

Soon, I will have someone strip your clothes, give you some potent medicine, and we shall see if you gentlemen can remain unmoved. If you become truly distracted and find no way to resolve your predicament, there should be a sow or two among those pigs and dogs to prevent you from bursting from frustration—what say you, dare I or dare I not?!" Jun Moxie dismounted and slowly walked over, using his horsewhip to gently hook up Qin Qiushi’s chin, bringing his ashen face close as he softly inquired, "You all posture as paragons of righteousness and virtue, yet you are accustomed to insulting and trampling others. Well, today, let me thoroughly insult you once!

How about that? Let you also taste the exquisite sensation of being bullied!" Qin Qiushi, his head forcibly raised by the whip, looked on with furious grief and terror. He truly dared not utter another word.

Did he not know the Young Master’s nature? Given his past deeds, he was absolutely capable of it. If they truly suffered such torment, the fate of the Jun family, regardless of the outcome, would be meaningless to them, as they wouldn't live to see it.

The shame alone would be enough to crush their will to live! The reason these men stood firm was due to a decaying notion: Wives are like clothes, brothers like limbs. While the previous tortures Jun Moxie mentioned concerned them, they hadn't yet reached the point of submission.

If a wife became sullied, they could simply divorce her and find another." But when it came to themselves, they were genuinely panicked. Little did they know, Jun Moxie was also silently cursing his own miscalculation. Knowing these men held their wives in such low regard, his decision to resort to this was inexcusable!

Thus, he shifted his tactic, targeting them personally, and the effect was indeed immediate. "Why the silence? Weren't you just so full of righteous indignation?

Look at the people behind you; they are the ones who are truly ignorant, while you are all fully aware." Jun Moxie let out a cold chuckle: "It's all the same, really. What goes around, comes around. Whether you understand the truth or not is completely meaningless to me!

Because regardless of your reasons or your stance, the result is that you have harmed those I care about. Innocent or intentional, you have offended me. Since you have offended me, you must bear the consequences of that offense!" "And I will never forgive those who offend me!

Especially hypocrites like you! The only thing those behind you should be grateful for is that I won't implicate their families. But as for you, if you don't do as I say right now, hehehe..." Jun Moxie smiled wickedly: "I guarantee that even though my reputation is rotten, it still sounds much better than yours!

If you don't believe me, let's test it. As I said before, you question whether I dare or not, whether I can do it..." Qin Qiushi gurgled twice in his throat, his eyes flashing with extreme terror, stumbling backward until he stood between Yan Feng and Han Zhidong. All three of them trembled violently, shaking like sieves.

They dared not gamble; they dared not even contemplate it. The righteous dignity and moral fiber they had previously projected had vanished without a trace. At this moment, the malevolent aura surrounding Jun Moxie and his venomous words, delivered with an almost complete lack of emotion, gave them a chilling realization: this youth could, and would, do anything he said he would!

He was like a king descending from heaven, coldly announcing the fate awaiting them! If the three of them complied and shouted what he demanded, they would forever lose face in the Tianxiang Kingdom, becoming the lowest dregs despised by all. The Confucian factions they relied upon would never accept them.

They had stepped forward to make a name for themselves; to retreat now would mean the absolute end of any future prospects. However, refusing would lead to an even grimmer, irredeemable outcome—an immense disgrace that could never be washed away, even through generations. Even immediate death afterward would be useless, and besides, they had no desire to die!

For a moment, the three were caught in a dilemma, cornered and helpless. Jun Moxie watched them with a cold, sharp gaze, waiting for their decision. Jun Moxie was in no hurry; not at all.

He didn't even care what choice these two-faced hypocrites made. Whatever they chose, the result wouldn't be significantly different! They were merely sacrificial chickens meant to frighten the monkeys.

The hundreds of people behind them also seemed to sense the wrongness of the atmosphere; the noise gradually died down, and all eyes focused on the central area. Some wondered why three women suddenly appeared at this moment, along with pigs and dogs? What was happening?

And why were those three scholars, so loud and forceful moments ago, now utterly ashen-faced, looking barely alive? "The reason I can manipulate you so easily is because I possess overwhelming martial force! You, on the other hand, have nothing but the brush in your hands, not even an ounce of resistance!

In this world where might makes right, I don't need to counter your strategies; I only need to charge through with brute force, and you'll become a pile of bloody pulp! But I truly disdain using sheer force. I merely choose to use your own methods against you!" Jun Moxie casually twirled his horsewhip, his tone gentle: "My time is limited, and my patience...

even more so. I hope you choose quickly! If you find the decision too hard, I can make it for you.

To be honest, I care little for your choice; I’d much prefer to watch the show!" Upon hearing this, the ashen faces of the three turned pitch black, with Qin Qiushi looking the worst off, his legs trembling so violently he nearly collapsed. Suddenly, a faint, drifting voice cried out from the crowd: "Jun Moxie, you despicable villain! Unable to argue reason, you resort to threatening others with their wives—you are utterly base!

We will never submit to your threats; we would rather be shattered to pieces than live without honor! While wives are important and reputation cannot be disregarded, integrity must never be abandoned! How can we bow to the evil influence of the Jun family?

We must fight this shameless villain and his adulterous brood to the end! The common people are our staunch support! Even if the Jun family is powerful, can they fight against the will of the world?" This highly inflammatory statement instantly reignited the slowly calming crowd.

Even the flickering gazes of Han Zhidong and the other two recovered their resolve in that instant! Jun Moxie let out a cold laugh, raised his hand, and a thin, long rope shot out from his sleeve, flashing like a venomous snake into the crowd. The next moment, a shrill scream rang out, and a large figure was flung into the open ground—a broad, pockmarked man.

This man had mixed himself into the crowd to incite chaos, shifting positions after every utterance, so no one knew exactly where the voice originated. But no matter how cunning he was, he couldn't hide from Jun Moxie's immense divine sense. The moment the words were spoken, he was locked on.

Once the target was fixed, there was no escape, and he was immediately yanked out by the Young Master! The large man landed with a roar and leaped up, his body shimmering with a greenish light. Jun Moxie chuckled: "A Yu Xuan master?

You dare play tricks before me with such meager cultivation? Truly... not knowing how to cherish your own life!" Just as the words "cherish your own life" left his lips, the rope writhed again, slamming the large man violently back to the ground.

Then, the rope coiled like a flying dragon and shot straight up into the sky, lifting the man's body with it, as if held by an unseen hand, floating him up to the flagpole. He was carried to the peak of the flagpole—which Jun Moxie had recently doubled in height—and hung there stiffly like a salted fish. The sharp edge of the pole ruthlessly pierced through the back of his neck, lodging deep into his skull!

The man hung rigid, his head impaled on the pole, yet not dead. His face, etched with despair, was perfectly positioned to face the assembled scholars and the rioting crowd. His legs spasmed convulsively, twitching violently..." Jun Moxie floated lightly into the air, landing gracefully on his horse.

With a sharp crack, his whip lashed the air, the sound booming violently. His piercing gaze swept over the onlookers like a lightning bolt. Everyone felt the look slice across their faces like a steel blade, raising an intense, bone-chilling coldness within them.

Instantly, everyone fell silent, leaving absolute quiet. Only then did Yan Feng exclaim in surprise: "It's... Finally realizing the situation, he immediately stopped himself.

Jun Moxie gave a cold laugh, suddenly fixing his eyes on Yan Feng’s, as if peering directly into his innermost thoughts, locking onto his very soul! He bellowed sharply: "Who is he?" With the roar, Jun Moxie's fierce spiritual power descended like a tidal wave connecting heaven and earth, violently crushing Yan Feng’s slight resistance. "It's...

it's someone from the Meng family." Yan Feng suddenly panicked, his eyes growing even more unfocused. As soon as he finished answering, he started foaming at the mouth and slumped weakly to the ground. Given his fragile mental state, how could he withstand a mental assault that even a Shen Xuan master would handle with caution?

He naturally fainted, considering it a good outcome not to be left an imbecile on the spot. "Someone from the Meng family? Very good, very good.

Merely someone from the Meng family dares to cause trouble for me; they have quite the gall! I have noted this." Jun Moxie laughed heartily: "Since you just claimed you prefer 'to be shattered to pieces rather than live with honor,' now I shall grant your wish. I will shatter you to pieces, because I want to see exactly where your 'honor' lies after you've been pulverized!"