The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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And she finally felt the most primal terror of this man in this close, unpretentious physical confrontation, a terror that made her soul tremble!

That wasn't internal energy, nor was it a martial art technique.

Rather, it is pure, tyrannical, and unreasonable... male physique!

The arm he was holding tightly seemed less like flesh and blood and more like an iron pillar forged from millennia-old black iron!

Hard, scorching hot, and bursting with explosive power!

Her face, framed by the black veil, was pressed against his chest muscles. The rock-hard touch transmitted through the fabric, along with the steady, powerful heartbeat like the pounding of a war drum, made her feel dizzy.

What terrified her, yet also filled her with such excitement that she almost screamed, was that with his exertion, her soft lower abdomen had slammed squarely into his magnificent weapon, which was now fully awakened by passion and as hard as iron!

"what!"

Even through several layers of thin fabric, the black veil could be felt with absolute clarity!

What a ferocious and terrifying behemoth it was!

That unimaginable size, that hardness that seemed determined to pierce through everything.

The intense heat, like a branding iron, far exceeded everything she had experienced and could have imagined in the past few decades!

In Heisha's mind, only unbelievable thoughts remained.

A surge of heat, even more intense and stickier than before, suddenly gushed out from the "well" between her legs.

In a corner that had been ignored by everyone, the girl in black veil was completely dumbfounded.

She sat there motionless, like a beautifully crafted statue that had been frozen in shock.

Her little mind went blank. All thoughts of chivalry and romance were shattered by the vivid and sensual scene before her, filled with primal violence and naked desire!

All she saw was how that domineering man easily pinned down Aunt Dai, whom she considered high above and like a goddess, as if she were playing with a kitten.

Then, she witnessed firsthand how her "master," who manipulated people at will, was like a moth drawn to a flame, actively attacking the man, only to be pulled into his arms even more roughly and disdainfully the next second!

Her "master" was trembling in the man's arms, her eyes filled with seductive allure. She looked more wanton and despicable than the lowest prostitute in the brothel!

The man stood there, one arm around a stunning beauty, his face showing no smugness, only an indifferent and controlling air of self-righteousness.

What terrified and unsettled her most was the huge and grotesque outline of her "master's" lower abdomen, bulging out by his clothes!

That thing seemed to have its own life, filled with a power she couldn't comprehend!

Just looking at it pressing there made Mu Wanqing feel her lower abdomen twitching and tightening in waves.

A surge of heat, once again, silently flowed down from her tender, mysterious flower valley, a place no one had ever tasted before.

It was a strange, sticky feeling that made her so ashamed she wanted to die.

Her small hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain whatsoever.

She felt as if something inside her body had been completely awakened by the scene before her.

Three hot, desire-filled bodies were pressed tightly together, fitting together perfectly.

Dai Qisi was squeezed in the middle left, with Wang Meng's chest pressed against her side and chest, while the soft body of the woman in black gauze pressed her down firmly.

She was like a precious sandwich filling, tightly sandwiched between two pieces of "bread" full of strength and power.

She could feel distinctly different pressures coming from both the front and back.

Hard, iron-like male muscles, soft, cotton-like female breasts.

Her body was completely overwhelmed by this torrent of power and desire, and she could only helplessly rise and fall gently with Wang Meng's breath.

The black veil seemed boneless, with half of her body hanging on Wang Meng's body.

She breathed in Wang Meng's strong masculine scent and felt it was the most intoxicating wine in the world.

The pungent smell of a man's sweat and the sweet, pungent, and slightly fishy scent unique to a woman when she is aroused ferment into a cup of the most intense spice, enough to melt even the most chaste and virtuous woman.

Wang Meng could clearly feel every subtle change in the bodies of the two women in his arms.

The first to completely lose control was the woman in black who threw herself into his arms.

Her ripe, voluptuous body was now so soft it seemed boneless, like a seductive serpent, with most of her weight hanging on Wang Meng.

Her calculating head was now buried deep in Wang Meng's shoulder, greedily and deeply inhaling his aggressive, pure masculine aura.

Her body beneath the black veil had already lost control.

An astonishing surge emanated from the depths of the valley, soaking through the thin veil and outlining its intimate contours in exquisite detail.

Reason was on the verge of collapse, but the body instinctively moved backward to meet that hot, hard object. In the shameful struggle and desire, the waist twisted repeatedly, producing sticky, wet sounds.

Her nails dug deep into her palms, yet she couldn't stop her body from its most honest surrender.

This inner struggle made her movements even more captivating, as if she were performing a silent, seductive dance.

From Hei Sha's perspective, she felt that every part of her body was soft and numb.

The internal martial arts techniques he had painstakingly cultivated over decades were now completely destroyed, like a river bursting its banks. They were utterly dissipated by the powerful, domineering, and irrational pure yang energy emanating from the man.

She was filled with shock and horror, as well as a mixture of shame and anger. She tried to use her family's "Parting Flowers and Willows" technique to break free, but as soon as her legs were about to exert force, they immediately went weak and she couldn't muster any strength at all.

Her delicate hands instinctively pressed against the man's iron-like chest, trying to push him away. However, what she felt in her palms was a touch harder than metal and a burning heat on her skin. Instead of pushing him away at all, it was as if two pieces of soft iron, red-hot, were being absorbed by that majestic "mountain".

She still retained a sliver of consciousness, knowing that she was now in a hopeless situation, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

Even through several layers of clothing, she could clearly feel the outline, the hardness, and the breathtaking heat of that enormous object, harder than an iron pestle.

With the man's steady breathing, the object rose and fell on her soft lower abdomen, each slight grinding motion like a bolt of lightning striking her dantian.

She instinctively twisted her waist backward, trying to avoid that fatal touch, but as a result, her plump buttocks, already soaked by the spring tide surging within her body, rubbed even more tightly and grinding against that huge thing.

Between each retreat and advance, the clothes between her legs were already soaked through, clinging to the man's trousers and robe, producing a series of blush-inducing, sizzling sounds that seemed particularly striking in the desolate ruins.

The sound of the water was like a death warrant, completely destroying her last shred of will to resist.

She felt that the ancient well beneath her, which had been quiet for many years, was stirred by this external yang energy and began to uncontrollably gush forth a continuous stream of sweet spring water.

Warm currents, carrying the essence she had accumulated over decades, flowed out uncontrollably, meandering down her inner thighs, leaving a sticky trail in their wake.

Her breathing had changed from rapid to... Her full breasts heaved violently with each breath, rubbing against the man's strong arms, bringing waves of new and more subtle tingling sensations.

Her mind gradually became hazy, and she felt as if she had become a piece of cold iron and been thrown into a blazing furnace. Her meridians were becoming weak and soft, and all her life's cultivation seemed to be turning into a pool of spring water, flowing out continuously from the most secret place under her body, and could no longer be stopped.

'What...what's wrong with me?'

The thought, like a faint flash of lightning, struggled to appear briefly in her mind, which was a jumbled mess of desire and fear.

'Qin Hongmian, Qin Hongmian... are you really getting worse as you get older?!'

She was screaming and cursing herself for her lack of ambition in her heart.

Qin Hongmian, nicknamed "Shura Blade," has roamed the martial arts world for decades since her debut. What kind of heroes and valiant men hasn't she seen?

What kind of battles haven't we overcome?

She had always been the high and mighty hunter, the fox spirit who manipulated people's hearts. When had she ever been so easily defeated and forced to lose her composure by someone's mere physical presence and the power of his body?

'What...what kind of monster is this?!'

'No... I can't just accept this...'

She tried to gather the last bit of Xuan Yin internal energy in her dantian, wanting to use the method of "overcoming strength with softness" to dissolve this foreign pure Yang true fire.

But the moment her inner force touched the man's body, it was like spring snow meeting the scorching sun, instantly evaporated without a trace!

Not only did it fail to harm the enemy in the slightest, but it also fueled the yang fire to become even more intense, flowing back and rampaging through her limbs, bones, and meridians, leaving behind a trail of numbing, scorching earth wherever it went.

'Ah... my body... my body won't obey me...'

What Wang Meng found even more interesting than the complete descent of the black veil was Dai Qisi's reaction.

Although she lost her composure, her meticulously maintained and naturally alluring body, driven by her most primal instincts, made the most honest response.

When Wang Meng's massive penis inadvertently rolled over her equally soft and plump buttocks as his body swayed.

When the veiled woman's burning body, consumed by desire, pressed her equally firm, snowy breasts against her.

When that scent, a mixture of a woman's musky aroma and a man's sweaty smell, entered her nostrils...

A clear yet equally surging warm current silently burst forth from the depths of her noble purple-gold garden.

This bodily fluid, carrying a unique, delicate yet alluring fragrance, silently soaked her panties, turning that most private area into a muddy, warm swamp.

Her body trembled instinctively from the intense stimulation of being attacked from both sides. It wasn't from fear, but from... something she herself couldn't understand!

Wang Meng's embrace was like a living, burning furnace of desire.

He embraced two women, one on each side, their soft, fragrant bodies pressed tightly against him.

Two uncontrollable surges of heat silently seeped through layers of clothing, sticking the three people's clothes together.

The tight, inescapable wetness made the muscles in his waist and abdomen tense even more.

A low chuckle escaped his throat, filled with a wicked pleasure as if he were in control of his prey.

All of this was observed by the girl in the black veil in the corner.

She took it all in with her eyes, which were filled with fear and curiosity.

She saw it all!

She could even hear the gurgling sound of water that made her blush and her heart race!

"ah……"

She let out a short, barely suppressed gasp, then quickly covered her mouth tightly with her small hands.

She...she's leaking too!

And it flowed far more than any secret fantasy I'd ever had before!

The heat instantly soaked her clean underwear, which had a faint scent of soap!

The sticky, slippery feeling coming from the groin made her feel dizzy and weak, her legs so weak that she almost slid off the chair.

A tremendous, boundless sense of shame, mixed with something terrifying, unfamiliar, yet irresistible, instantly overwhelmed her.

Her body reacted so despicably and so cruelly when she saw "Master" and Aunt Dai being violated by the same man!

She felt so dirty and vulgar.

But... but she couldn't help wanting to keep watching.