Xiao Shan's threats were completely useless.
Mo Qi completely ignored him. Stroking his chin, he began sizing up Xiao Shan's undershirt and trousers.
"It's not an Immortal Artifact or even a Pseudo-Immortal Artifact, but this Celestial Silk clothing is every bit as good as a Celestial-level Magical Artifact. I don't have a use for it now, but it'll make an excellent gift for someone later."
Xiao Shan: "..."
'Holy shit, holy shit!'
'This bastard isn't actually planning to strip me naked, is he?!'
Xiao Shan couldn't imagine the scene: being stripped bare and gawked at by a crowd.
He didn't dare to even think about it.
If this really happened, how could he ever hold his head high in the Hall of Envoys again?
"A man can be killed, but not humiliated! Mo Qi, don't you dare go too far!" Xiao Shan roared.
However, Mo Qi acted as if he hadn't heard a thing. He reached out, grabbed Xiao Shan's collar, and gave it a hard tug.
RIP!
Xiao Shan's pale torso was exposed for all to see.
