After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 1375

The bloodstains on the bluestone slab had not yet dried, and the girl's cries of struggle pierced the morning mist.

Two Li family cultivators held her arms down tightly, their rough hands tearing at the collar of her brocade robe, the crisp sound of the fabric tearing particularly jarring.

"Let me go! You beasts!" The girl's eyes were red, and tears mixed with mud streamed down her face. She was Long Qingyao, the granddaughter of Long Mingyuan, who had narrowly escaped from the Black Ship Sea.

She was the most talented child of the Long family in this generation. She had already entered the Dao Palace Realm before she was eighteen years old. She should have been the hope of the Long family, but now she was being treated like a piece of merchandise and pressed to the ground.

"brute?"

The cultivator who was tearing at her clothes sneered, his fingers lewdly tracing her neck. "Back when you were the young lady of the Long family, you didn't take us seriously. Now, aren't you someone we can just mold and manipulate at will?"

Another cultivator laughed even more lewdly: "I've heard that the eldest daughter of the Long family is pure and virtuous. Today I'll see if she's really as precious as the rumors say."

Foul language poured down like sewage, tearing Long Qingyao's brocade robe to shreds and revealing her snow-white shoulder skin. She bit her lip hard, her teeth almost digging into her flesh, and tears of humiliation streamed down her face.

"stop!"

Long Mingyuan roared and pounced forward, his cane, glowing with a faint spiritual light, smashing towards the two cultivators.

However, he was seriously injured. He had only taken two steps when a sword aura struck his knee, causing him to fall to his knees with a "thud." The broken sword pierced his chest even deeper, and blood gushed out.

"Old man, still trying to protect her?" Li Wanshan walked over slowly, his long sword pointing at Long Mingyuan's head. "Be smart and hand over the Long family's secret treasure, or your granddaughter might suffer less."

Long Mingyuan looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Li Wanshan: "My Long family has treated your Li family well, why do you want to kill us all?"

"Will you be nice to me?"

Li Wanshan felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Back then, your Long family would throw you a bone and we Li family would be grateful. Is that what you call being generous? Now that the Long family has fallen, everything you have should belong to us!"

He raised his hand and waved: "Continue! I want to see how long the eldest daughter of the Long family can keep up her tough act."

The two cultivators, having received their orders, became even more ruthless, tearing Long Qingyao's skirt to shreds. She closed her eyes in despair, her whole body trembling.

Just then, two cold laughs came from the gray fog.

"Interesting. The once high and mighty Long family has fallen into such a state today."

"If Long Qingyun saw this scene, he'd probably be so angry he'd come back to life, wouldn't he?"

Within the gray mist, two blurry figures were vaguely visible; they were the two powerful experts at the Other Shore Realm. They stood by, watching with amusement in their eyes, as if the tragedy before them was merely a spectacle.

Seeing this, the besieging cultivators became even bolder.

Someone stared at the women behind Long Mingyuan and licked their lips: "Those women look pretty good. Women from the Long family must be different."

"And those young girls, they'll be stunning beauties in a couple of years. Why not bring them back to the manor as maids?"

The foul language grew increasingly offensive, and the elderly, women, and children of the Long family huddled together, their faces filled with fear; some of the women had already begun to weep silently.

Long Mingyuan was so angry that he trembled all over. His blood rushed to his head, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision going black.

He knew that this time, the Long family was truly going to be completely destroyed.

At this moment, within the Black Demon Banner, Long Qingyun's soul was writhing wildly.

Qin He projected the scene outside the city clearly into the banner. Long Qingyun watched as Long Qingyao was humiliated, as Li Wanshan was arrogant, and as the faces of those former vassals turned crimson in his eyes.

"Ah! Li Wanshan! You dare! You dare!"

His roar made the banner tremble slightly, "Back then, when your Li family was desperate, it was my Long family that stood up for you!"

"And those scum! Back then, they all bowed and scraped before my Long family, and now they dare to bully my descendants! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Qin He leaned against the tree trunk, toying with the Black Demon Banner in his hand, his tone tinged with mockery: "Tsk tsk, how touching. The family you once cherished, the vassals you treated like brothers, are now dividing up your inheritance and humiliating your descendants."

He paused, his voice turning colder: "If you don't speak now, you'll really miss your chance. Your precious granddaughter, and the last remaining bloodline of the Long family, will likely suffer a fate worse than death."

Long Qingyun's roar came to an abrupt halt.

The living souls within the banner struggled violently, their resentment, unwillingness, and despair intertwined.

Looking at Long Qingyao's desperate eyes and Long Mingyuan's dying appearance in the video, he felt as if his heart was being pierced by thousands of steel needles.

"What do you want to know?" After a long silence, Long Qingyun's voice was hoarse with a hint of compromise.

"That's right."

Qin He immediately laughed and said, "You've come this far, what else is there to be upset about? You can make a deal with the master of the ghost ship, so why can't you make a deal with me?"

"In a transaction, both parties get what they need, and you don't lose out."