Edward Parker kept retreating, because another person suddenly appeared at the doorway—a stunningly beautiful woman.

Edward Parker only glanced at her, and his heart began to pound wildly. He felt that, in his entire life, he had never seen a woman as beautiful as the one before him. It was a kind of seductive beauty that seeped into the very bones.

Every frown and smile from this woman carried a charm that could make any man go weak. Edward Parker reacted quickly; when he sensed something was wrong, he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

He felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his mouth, the thumping in his chest like a beating drum, so rapid it became a continuous roar.

Any ordinary person who saw this woman would basically lose all clarity; almost everyone looked as if they were drunk, faces flushed, clutching their chests.

"Clang!"

William Harris's fingernails snapped crisply, and then his voice suddenly rang out: "Alright, everyone leave."

That voice was like a clear stream, instantly sobering everyone up. Terrified, they scrambled and crawled to escape, even David Cooper couldn't help but back away. His face was also flushed, but his cultivation was deep enough that he wasn't as disheveled as Edward Parker.

"Oh my, so Mr. Harris is here too, hehe, finally two decent experts to meet..."

Brian Brooks grumbled, "You even dare to joke with Mr. Harris when you see him, that's impressive!"

Grace Morgan!

A renowned expert in the cultivation world, on par with Brian Brooks and William Harris.

Grace Morgan wore a pleated skirt adorned with scattered flowers, the blossoms seeming almost alive. This woman was breathtakingly beautiful; when her eyes fell on others, no one except those of her own level dared to meet her gaze.

Even an expert like David Cooper, if he met her eyes, would basically go limp all over. Forget about fighting—he wouldn't even have the courage to stand.

William Harris knew this was the Great Demonic Art; Grace Morgan's cultivation had reached perfection, every move radiating boundless demonic power and killing intent. This woman was not to be trifled with. He said, "Grace Morgan, that's enough!"

Grace Morgan smiled slightly. At that moment, Edward Parker happened to sneak a peek, and instantly, he felt as if a hundred flowers were blooming before his eyes, his head spinning again. Frightened, he bit his tongue hard, letting out a muffled groan from the pain.

Edward Parker scrambled out in a panic, and even David Cooper staggered out as well—it was truly terrifying.

Only three people remained in the small building; no one dared to stay, not even someone as skilled as David Cooper in the cultivation world.

Grace Morgan floated into the small room, her feet not even touching the ground. With a graceful wave of her hand, a heavy armchair slid over, and she sat down slowly.

Brian Brooks looked at Grace Morgan with some irritation. He disliked this woman and couldn't help but say, "Grace Morgan, what are you here for?"

Once Grace Morgan withdrew her demonic art, she was no longer so overwhelming. Tilting her head, she stared at Brian Brooks and said, "Are you stupid... No wonder your surname is Xiong. I think 'Pig' would suit you better!"

Brian Brooks didn't get it and said, "'Pig'?"

Grace Morgan giggled, "Yes, yes, you're not only stupid, but also a bit dumb!"

Brian Brooks roared and slapped at her. He had no intention of showing mercy—he'd hit first and talk later.

Chapter Five: Joining Forces

Fighting at the slightest disagreement was the norm in the cultivation world.

Brian Brooks's palm was thick and rough. This time, after being mocked and angered, he struck with real force—completely different from the slap he gave David Cooper.

Both were seated, but Grace Morgan remained calm and unafraid. She reached out her delicate hand and grabbed Brian Brooks's wrist in a flash—so fast it was like lightning. Her hand couldn't even wrap around Brian Brooks's wrist, it was so thick.

The moment she grabbed Brian Brooks's wrist, there were two cracking sounds as both of their armchairs shattered beneath them, and they both stood up in the same motion.

The slap was silently neutralized. Grace Morgan smiled sweetly, and her demonic art erupted in an instant. Brian Brooks's heart rate suddenly accelerated, though he could still control himself.

"Even if you laugh yourself to death, it won't do a thing to me!"

"Clang, clang!"

The crisp sound of fingernails snapping, murderous intent surging.

Both were startled and took a step back at the same time.

William Harris said calmly, "Don't fight in here. If you want to fight, go outside. It'd be better if one of you died."

Brian Brooks felt stifled. Of course he didn't want to go all out against Grace Morgan, and he knew well enough that he wasn't strong enough to kill her. The most likely outcome was mutual destruction—this woman was not easy to deal with.

Grace Morgan sneered, "Brian Brooks, remember this—you dared to lay a hand on me!"

Brian Brooks felt a chill in his heart. He knew how vengeful this woman could be. He snorted, "So what if I remember?"

William Harris said, "Alright, alright, you're all famous experts, yet so petty... acting like women. Old Brooks, this isn't like you!"

Grace Morgan laughed carelessly, "I am a woman, after all. Petty? Hmph, I'm not generous at all. Whoever messes with me, I'll mess with them. Dare to lay a paw on me..."

Brian Brooks held back his anger. He really didn't want to argue with Grace Morgan, but her words were so infuriating that he couldn't calm down and just wanted to slap her.