Fierce Battle at the Drunken Red Mansion

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October 8th, autumn, the weather was fine. The sun was high in the sky, but not hot, which put Hu Jindao in a good mood. Early that morning, he led a group of disciples to the most expensive restaurant in Suzhou for a lavish meal, followed by a big gambling session at Ruyi Fang. His favorite game was Sic Bo, and today he had won four rounds in a row, making him laugh heartily.

Hu Jindao was forty years old and had been famous for ten years, all thanks to his nine-ringed broadsword made of pure gold. With each strike, the nine gold rings on the blade emitted a deafening sound, truly overwhelming the opponent. Many opponents were momentarily disoriented and killed by his blade.

Like other江湖人 (jianghu people, figures in the martial arts world), Hu Jindao had also experienced a period of bloodshed. To make a name for himself, he challenged many masters, and at least eighty or a hundred died by his blade. Only in recent years had he gradually begun a new life, living the life of a powerful江湖豪 (jianghu hao, a powerful figure in the martial arts world). Although his followers still carried his famous golden sword whenever he went on trips, he rarely used it. His large hands, which had been constantly wielding the sword, were now used to pick up dice, or perhaps to caress the bodies of his seven concubines. Simply put, he was beginning to enjoy the fruits of his fame and fortune. In Suzhou, he not only had a large mansion and beautiful concubines, but also a group of followers.

These past few years had been smooth sailing. Fame brought wealth, and wealth brought women. He was energetic, and one woman was far from enough for him. So he married one after another, and was even preparing to take an eighth concubine. Just thinking of that little vixen's slender waist and watery eyes made him unbearably itchy, wishing he could rush to her house and take her right there and then.

It was at this moment that he saw the young man in white standing in the middle of the road, blocking his way.

He frowned, thinking, "Could this be another nameless nobody who dares to challenge my golden sword?"

Fame naturally brings its own set of troubles. Before he became famous, he challenged renowned figures in the martial arts world; after he gained fame, naturally, others came to challenge him as well. However, his golden saber truly lived up to its name; since he had killed eight masters in succession, no one had come to his door again.

Before he could give any orders, his two disciples rushed forward to push the white-robed youth aside, but as soon as they approached, they felt a murderous aura emanating from him, and their hearts involuntarily turned cold, their steps faltering.

The white-robed youth spoke, "Get out of the way, I'm only looking for Hu Jindao." Hu Jindao knew the visitor was hostile; he narrowed his eyes and looked the youth up and down. The man was about twenty years old, probably not even thirty yet, with a handsome face covered in stubble, and his white clothes were so dirty that their original color was almost unrecognizable.

A sword, a very thin longsword, was tucked diagonally into his belt.

Upon seeing this sword, Hu Jindao's pupils contracted involuntarily. He asked, word by word, "Is the one who comes here Yu Jingfeng?"

The young man nodded.

Hu Jindao asked again, "The one who has recently become famous in the martial arts world, known as the 'Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning'—the 'Wind,' Yu Jingfeng?"

The young man, Yu Jingfeng, said calmly, "I don't know anything about Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning. I only know that I am the genuine Yu Jingfeng."

Hu Jindao's disciples, upon hearing that this disheveled young man was one of the Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning, who had recently struck fear into the hearts of the martial arts world, all changed their expressions. The two disciples closest to him even retreated hastily. It's true that a person's reputation precedes them; in the past year, the four of them—Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning—have been virtually unbeatable, no wonder they are so terrified of them.

"Yu Jingfeng, have you come here today to challenge me?" Hu Jindao remained calm, but he had already secretly prepared himself, his hands already gathering strength, ready to draw his golden sword from the back of his disciple at any moment.

Yu Jingfeng shook his head. "I'm not here to challenge you. I just want to kill you." Hu Jindao laughed instead of getting angry. "We've never met before, and we shouldn't have any deep-seated hatred. Why do you want to kill me?" Yu Jingfeng's answer was only five words: "Because of a dog."

Hu Jindao was truly dumbfounded this time. "A dog? Yu Jingfeng! If you want to challenge me, just say so. Why tease me like this?" Yu Jingfeng smiled. "Do you remember killing a dog in the bustling city three days ago?" Hu Jindao thought for a moment and vaguely remembered that it happened, but he couldn't remember the details. Fortunately, one of his servants reminded him, "Master, that day on the street, a beggar accidentally fell in front of you.

You kicked him away, and the beggar's dog not only barked at you but also tried to bite you, so you ordered the dog to be killed!" Hu Jindao, reminded of this, seemed to recall. He said sternly to Yu Jingfeng, "So what? It's just a dog! Is it worth fighting to the death with me over a dog?" Yu Jingfeng tilted his head and stared at Hu Jindao, "To you, it's just a dog. But to that beggar, it was his family. That day, he held the dog's corpse, shouting that he had implicated it, and then went to drown himself. I happened to be bathing in that river and saved him. He recounted everything, begging me to avenge his family." "

Hu Jindao stared at Yu Jingfeng and said, 'As a martial arts master, don't you think it's absurd to duel me for a dog?'

Yu Jingfeng shook his head. 'No. You're arrogant and bullying, you deserve to die.' Hu Jindao shouted, 'Yu Jingfeng, you've gone too far! Take my blade!' He stretched out his hand, and the nine-ringed golden blade was already in his grasp. He knew there was no way to settle things peacefully today, so his first move was a strike that had killed countless masters. Back then, he used this move to kill Gong Jun, the number one swordsman in Taiyuan, Shanxi; Master Yao, a renowned martial arts master in Hengyang; Crane Daoist of the Qingcheng Sect; and countless other masters. It was his proudest move.

This move initially involved a downward slash from mid-air, but only changed to a waist-cutting strike when the opponent raised their weapon. Many masters didn't expect the seemingly fierce downward slash to be a feint, and before they could react, they were cut down in the waist. It was indeed incredibly powerful."

While still in mid-air, Hu Jindao unleashed half of his attack, only to find Yu Jingfeng completely motionless, standing frozen in place like a statue, not even raising his hand.

"Is this guy an idiot? Even if he doesn't block, he should at least dodge! Should I just go for it, or maybe change my move?" Hu Jindao had never encountered such a situation before, and hesitated for a moment.

Finally, Hu Jindao gritted his teeth. "Never mind him! I'll stick to my technique and change my move!" He made his decision and used the Thousand-Pound Drop technique, suddenly landing on the ground, his nine-ringed golden saber slashing fiercely at Yu Jingfeng's waist.

"My saber is longer than his sword, and I struck first; he's doomed!" This was Hu Jindao's plan.

Yu Jingfeng remained unmoved until the blade was almost upon him, then swiftly drew his sword. He didn't block the attack, nor did he swing his sword to stab Hu Jindao. Instead, he drew his sword and threw the thin blade, which pierced straight into Hu Jindao's throat.

Hu Jindao watched helplessly as the blade pierced his throat, unable to dodge. He had concentrated all his strength into his golden saber to kill his enemy, leaving him no strength to deal with this unexpected attack. In the blink of an eye, a chill ran from his throat throughout his body, causing him to involuntarily let out a mournful cry.

"I'll make this brat pay with his life!" Hu Jindao was still defiant after being struck. As he was hit, his nine-ringed golden saber had also struck Yu Jingfeng's waist, and he could even feel the other's blood splattering onto him.

He knew very well that if he had just put in a little more effort, he could have taken his opponent down with him. But... his strength was rapidly draining away, and no matter how much he wanted to continue hacking, his hands could no longer grip the golden saber the moment he was struck. His eyes, which had been bright and piercing, turned dull and lifeless, and he collapsed.

Hu Jindao's knife had only penetrated a fraction of an inch into the flesh; if he had been able to strike again, Yu Jingfeng would have been seriously injured, if not killed. Unfortunately, he had exhausted his strength at the last moment.

Hu Jindao's last words were: "Yu Jingfeng, did you foresee that this strike wouldn't kill you?" Yu Jingfeng shook his head slightly. "No, I don't know if I'll die by your blade either.

I just didn't want to live anymore, so I gambled with you to see who was unlucky." His robe, so filthy it was almost entirely red, was now stained with blood, but he didn't care, simply tearing off the hem to bandage his wounds.

Hu Jindao's eyes remained wide open until his death. He couldn't believe that the renowned Yu Jingfeng was a man seeking death, and that his own luck had been so terrible. His last thought in this world was: "Madman... I'm actually going to die by a madman's sword..."

Before Hu Jindao could even take his last breath, Yu Jingfeng had already knelt down and searched his body. He muttered to himself, "Since you're going to hell, your valuables are useless now. Why not help me out?"

Hu Jindao's followers, seeing their master fall, had already scattered like birds and beasts; none of them would stop Yu Jingfeng.

Yu Jingfeng searched Hu Jindao for a while and found a bundle of silver notes. He roughly counted them; there were five thousand taels of silver inside. He reached out and closed Hu Jindao's eyes. "Consider this silver a loan. I'll repay you when I die and we meet in hell." He gave a bitter smile

. "I guess someone like me will only go to hell after I die, so you don't need to worry about me defaulting." He wasn't old, but his tone was full of self-abandonment; for some reason, he seemed to have no will to live.

Five thousand taels of silver was not a small sum, but Yu Jingfeng had already spent most of it in just one day. He found the beggar who had been bullied by Hu Jindao, gave him a thousand taels of silver, and told him not to be a beggar anymore, but to work hard and improve himself, whether by doing small business or buying an acre of land to farm, but by never being a freeloader again

. As for the rest of the silver, he distributed most of it to the poor people in Suzhou along the way. He was generous, giving away a thousand or five hundred taels of silver at a time, and the poor people who benefited from his kindness were naturally overjoyed, treating him like a living god. He kept distributing silver until it was late and

he was hungry, only then realizing that he hadn't eaten. He counted the silver notes he had left and found that he only had a little over a hundred taels left. "Although it's not a lot, it's enough for me to have a good meal..."

So he went to Zuihonglou, the most luxurious brothel in Suzhou. Zuihonglou was a place that Suzhou men found irresistible, while women were terrified. It was said that every girl inside was as beautiful as a fairy, and they were trained from a young age to serve men. Any man who had intercourse with them would be invariably ecstatic. Of course, you get what you pay for; the prices at Zuihonglou were exorbitant, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Yu Jingfeng was dressed in rags, and the pimp at Zuihonglou initially looked down on him, even refusing to let him in. However, when he pulled out a hundred-tael silver note and stuffed it into the pimp's hand without a word, the street urchin beamed and immediately took his hand, warmly welcoming him into a private room. Yu Jingfeng was already used to the pimp's initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness, so he didn't mind at all.

Before long, the table in the private room was filled with delicacies and all kinds of fine wines, including Zhuyeqing and Nu'erhong. Since there was wine, there had to be someone to accompany it, and two beautifully dressed young girls were soon brought in by a madam in her thirties. Yu Jingfeng wasn't particularly interested in such vulgarity, but after experiencing a major upheaval, he was utterly disheartened. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sought death during the duel, and even now, he only wanted to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Therefore, he didn't argue and let the two young women offer him cup after cup of wine. The madam of Zuihonglou, a woman of wide experience, saw that although Yu Jingfeng looked disheveled, he possessed an extraordinary air, far superior to ordinary patrons seeking pleasure. Knowing he looked down on those two common beauties, she waved them away.

"Young master," the madam said with a smile, "Zuihonglou has four beauties, representing spring, summer, autumn, and winter, who are our prized possessions. Tonight, our Xia Yun happens to be free. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. How about I invite her to play a piece for you?"

Seeing Yu Jingfeng's noncommittal smile, she felt a little uneasy and deliberately explained, "Young master, it's rare for Xia Yun to come out, so a small gift is essential for our meeting..." Yu Jingfeng smiled faintly, "I've already given you my only hundred taels of silver." Upon hearing this, the madam immediately looked troubled, "Young master, that little bit of money is only enough for the food and drinks here. If you want to meet our Miss Xia Yun, you really still owe a little..." Just then, the pimp who had served Yu Jingfeng hurriedly entered the room and whispered something to the madam. After hearing this, the madam immediately beamed, "So, young master's good friend had already deposited five thousand taels of silver at our counter! Why didn't you say so earlier? I'll call Xia Yun over right away!" Yu Jingfeng thought to himself that he had no relatives or friends in Suzhou, and it was truly rare for someone to be so generous as to pay for him in a brothel. He was determined to die and didn't want to owe anyone any favors, so he immediately shook his head and refused, "I can't accept something for nothing. You can return the five thousand taels of silver to your good friend.

I'll leave after I finish my drink!"

He then downed the wine in his cup in one gulp and stood up to leave. But as soon as he stood up, the door to the room was pushed open, and a beautiful woman dressed in a fiery red gauze dress entered. Her lips curved into a smile, and her entire being seemed to ignite the room, even warming the dejected Yu Jingfeng's eyes and stirring his heart.

Without a doubt, this beautiful woman was Xia Yun; she had indeed brought Xia Tian into this room. She smiled sweetly at Yu Jingfeng, "Young master, since you're here, make the best of it. As the saying goes, a chance encounter is better than a planned meeting. Let me, Xia Yun, play a tune for you!"

Suddenly, a pipa appeared in Xia Yun's hand. With a gentle pluck of her jade-like fingers, a beautiful melody filled the room. From her music, Yu Jingfeng could feel the sweltering summer heat. For a moment, he couldn't bring himself to leave; his previous despair gave way to a tiny spark of attachment to this world.

The madam, seeing that Xia Yun had arrived and successfully kept her esteemed guest, didn't linger. She quietly slipped out, closing the door behind her.

Xia Yun danced lightly to her music. Her slender figure moved gracefully, her light veil billowing in the wind. Only then did Yu Jingfeng realize that she wore nothing but that veil. Her alluring figure was partially obscured before him; her high, firm breasts and the valley between her legs were separated from him only by a thin veil. Yu Jingfeng was no

naive young man; many stunning beauties had appeared in his life, including one who had left an indelible mark, a person who had etched her name into his heart, leaving him utterly heartbroken. At this moment, Xia Yun was definitely not as important to him as that other person, yet she quickly aroused his lust.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't been with a woman for a while, perhaps it was Xia Yun's song celebrating summer, perhaps it was because he was once again unable to die… He himself didn't know, but under the seductive dance of this courtesan, his dragon gradually rose.

Xia Yun was experienced in dealing with men, and she could see his burgeoning desire in Yu Jingfeng's eyes. She danced closer and closer to Yu Jingfeng, until finally she knelt between his legs, tilting her head back and staring at him with seductive eyes. Her summer song was now finished, but she didn't stop there. After putting the pipa aside, she reached out and unzipped Yu Jingfeng's pants, which he didn't resist, letting his tattered pants fall to the ground.

When Xia Yun saw Yu Jingfeng's proud and imposing dragon, even she, who had seen countless men, couldn't help but be startled. She immediately reached out and grasped the dragon, her fragrant lips descending to touch its head, playing a summer melody followed by a phoenix seeking its mate.

Yu Jingfeng suddenly felt as if he were in a warm, spring-like southern land, and couldn't help but reach out and untie Xia Yun's light veil, finally witnessing her alabaster-white, smooth body.

Xia Yun feigned shyness, lowering her head, first releasing the dragon's head, then whispering, "Young master, you're so naughty..."

Yu Jingfeng knew this was merely a flirtatious tactic by the courtesan, so he ignored her. Instead, he stretched out his arm and lifted her slightly, positioning her breasts directly against his massive member. Xia Yun, a seasoned woman, understood his intentions. In fact, she was also overjoyed by Yu Jingfeng's member, so she no longer hesitated and openly used her breasts to clamp it, beginning a series of stroking motions.

Receiving such favor from the beauty, Yu Jingfeng's member grew even more powerful and imposing. He himself closed his eyes in excitement, tilting his head back and groaning.

Just as he was entering a state of ecstasy, a sudden change occurred. The walls of the room exploded with a loud bang, and four men in black, wielding various weapons, burst through the walls and immediately attacked him with deadly force.

Each of the four men in black who broke through the walls used a different weapon. The two attackers from the left and right each wielded different weapons: one with two willow-leaf daggers, the other with two short iron rods. The other two black-clad men, attacking from the front and rear, used longer weapons: a red-tasseled spear and a long whip. Clearly, this was premeditated, the weapon lengths perfectly coordinated to overwhelm Yu Jingfeng.

As the saying goes, shorter weapons are more dangerous. The two short-weapon attackers, rushing to Yu Jingfeng's left and right, unleashed deadly attacks, their willow-leaf daggers and iron rods aimed at his waist. A hit would be fatal. Even if he could handle these two, the red-tasseled spears and whips following closely behind would cause him to bleed profusely. The whip coiled around his waist, seemingly trying to entangle him, allowing his companion to deliver a fatal blow.

These four were undoubtedly skilled fighters, difficult to deal with even individually, let alone a coordinated attack. Moreover, Yu Jingfeng's massive member was still hovering between Xia Yun's alluring breasts, in a state of ecstasy.

Just as Yu Jingfeng was about to die, his waist seemed to snap as he bent backward, while his legs remained firmly planted on the ground. Even Xia Yun, who was intimately in contact with him, was not affected by this move, and continued to squeeze his massive member with her breasts. This move was a common technique used by martial artists, known as the Iron Bridge, usually used to dodge oncoming weapons or hidden darts, but few could execute it with such mastery.

As soon as Yu Jingfeng executed the Iron Bridge, the willow-leaf knife and the short iron rod missed their mark, only grazing his stomach. In a flash, Yu Jingfeng's thin sword was already drawn.

His sword was hanging on the cloth belt of his trousers, and it had fallen to the ground when Xia Yun was unbuttoning his trousers, but he had taken the opportunity to retrieve it as he bent down. With a flick of his left hand, the thin sword sprang from its scabbard, its hilt landing in his right hand. With a swing of his hand, two bursts of blood erupted in the room. The man wielding the willow-leaf dagger had both hands severed at the wrists, the spurting blood adding a splash of red to Yu Jingfeng's already stained robe. After

the hands were severed, Yu Jingfeng skillfully propelled them towards the faces of the red-tasseled spearman and the whip-wielder. Seeing the severed hands hurtling towards them, clearly imbued with internal force, the two men knew that a direct hit would be fatal or severely wounded. Forced into a corner, they retaliated, striking the severed hands down with their spears and whips, thus crippling Yu Jingfeng's killing move.

Only after striking down the severed hands did the two men discover that their companion wielding the short iron rod also lay in a pool of blood. A sword wound pierced his neck, his head hanging askew from the remaining flesh, a look of disbelief still lingering in his eyes even in death. He truly never imagined, even in death, that Yu Jingfeng's sword would be so fast and so deadly, blowing towards him like a whirlwind. Who could possibly withstand such a gust? He only felt a cool sensation on his neck, and then… and then that was it.

Although Yu Jingfeng desperately wanted to die, he didn't want to die an unclear death. He only wanted to die in battle, to be a victim of an opponent with superior martial arts skills, not to die at the hands of a sneaky, cowardly villain. That's why, at the critical moment, he unleashed a deadly move to repel the enemy.

Only after the two men in black fell did Xia Yun realize the danger she was in. Her face paled, and she screamed.

Yu Jingfeng showed no mercy from the start. After slicing through the neck of the man with the short staff, he used the tip of his sword to flick the man's two iron staffs. Using his internal force, the iron staffs swiftly and deeply pierced the chests of the remaining two men in black.

The two men, severely wounded and knowing they were no match for Yu Jingfeng, tried to flee, but Yu Jingfeng had already arrived.

Yu Jingfeng swung his thin sword, piercing the whip-wielder's abdomen, and the force of the blow pinned him to the wall. Before the spear-wielder could react, Yu Jingfeng kicked him flat on his back. He tried to get up, but Yu Jingfeng stomped on his throat. Knowing that Yu Jingfeng would surely kill him if he exerted any more force, he remained motionless, pleading for his life with his eyes.

"Who ordered you to kill me?" Yu Jingfeng asked calmly.

The spear-wielder, who had been begging for mercy, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Of the four brothers, only I am left. I don't want to live alone! Kill me if you want, don't ask any more questions!" He thought these words would surely enrage Yu Jingfeng, but unexpectedly, his throat was suddenly released; the other man had withdrawn his foot.

Yu Jingfeng withdrew his sword, and the black-clad man pinned to the wall finally fell to the floor with a loud thud. Yu Jingfeng wiped the blood from the sword onto the man, then, without turning back, said to the spear-wielder, "Go!"

The spear-wielder, who had thought he was doomed, was overjoyed at the sudden glimmer of hope. He slowly rose, retreating step by step, wary of Yu Jingfeng, fearing the latter was merely playing a cat-and-mouse game, pretending to let him go before suddenly attacking and killing him.

Yu Jingfeng remained naked from the waist down, his manhood still erect. Seeing the spear-wielder slowly retreating, he pointed at his dragon and said, "Can't you see I have important business to attend to? Hurry up and leave!"

The spear-wielder gritted his teeth. "Yu Jingfeng, although the four of us have been defeated today, you have offended the Demon Lord and killed one of our Demon Generals. You won't live much longer!" Yu Jingfeng had spared his life, so he finally revealed his identity in this way.

Yu Jingfeng waved at him. "Many have died by my sword these past few months, and I don't know which one was your unfortunate Demon General. I've long heard of the Demon Lord's name, and I don't mind meeting him before I die. Please tell him that I, Yu Jingfeng, am ready to teach you anytime!"

He was now completely different from his usual dejected self; a heroic spirit shone in his eyes, making him a completely different person from the lifeless swordsman he had been before. Xia Yun, still kneeling on the ground, was stunned.

Before the spear-wielder had even left, Yu Jingfeng helped the beauty up and said softly, "Miss, you've been frightened. Those annoying fellows are all gone. Let's continue what we were doing!" Xia Yun was stunned. "Young Master, do you still have the interest...?" She couldn't believe that Yu Jingfeng, after killing three people, still wanted to be intimate with her.

Yu Jingfeng chuckled softly. "They're all dead. They won't be spying on us. The people outside have definitely been bribed. Knowing they're about to go on a killing spree, they won't dare to barge in. Since no one will bother us anymore, why can't we continue?"

In truth, he wasn't telling the whole story. Since experiencing the cataclysmic change, his life had been worse than death. Only in life-or-death situations did he feel alive again. The smell of blood mixed with Xia Yun's fragrance further ignited his long-suppressed desire.

He knew perfectly well that he had been targeted by the enemy all night. From the moment he stepped into the Drunken Red Pavilion, they had set a trap, deliberately using his beauty to distract him and then strike him dead. The beauty before him was very likely also part of the trap, but he was determined to die; the more dangerous something was, the more he wanted to do it. So he was completely uninhibited in his intimacy with Xia Yun.

He lowered his head to kiss Xia Yun, and the naked beauty responded passionately, her delicate hands even pulling off his robe and casually tossing it onto the pool of blood. He also forcefully plunged his thin sword, scabbard and all, into the floor. The wooden scabbard was embedded several inches into the floor, standing upright.

After settling his beloved sword, he suddenly stepped forward, pressing Xia Yunyu's back against the wall, his body pressed tightly against her breasts. Xia Yunyu's heart fluttered at the touch of his firm chest, and she couldn't help but glance down, only to discover several scars on his body, clearly indicating previous injuries.

Looking at his handsome face hidden behind his stubble, Xia Yunyu felt a sudden surge of pity, thinking that no matter what the future held, tonight's pleasure with him would be unforgettable. So, she let go of everything, actively grasping his massive member, stroking it relentlessly until she herself could no longer resist and finally inserted it into her flower path. Even with her guidance, the enormous member still required some effort to pry open her petals and successfully enter her body.

"Young master… please have mercy on this humble woman…" Although Xia Yunyu worked in a brothel, she had never encountered such a colossal thing before, and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"Yes, sir!" Yu Jingfeng thrust his hips forward, his massive dragon immediately entering and filling Xia Yun's flower path. Fortunately, she was already aroused, and her flower path was wet, so she didn't suffer too much.

"Ah... Young master, you're so bad... Ah... Didn't you promise to be gentle with me...?" Under Yu Jingfeng's thrusts, Xia Yun kept letting out soul-stirring cries. Although she cried out loudly, her jade legs were wrapped around Yu Jingfeng's waist, constantly pushing him forward. The opposite actions and cries revealed her true feelings.

After standing and being intimate with Xia Yun for a while, Yu Jingfeng carried her to the ground. During the process, the thrusting of his massive dragon did not stop, still violently pounding into her flower path. As soon as Xia Yun landed, she saw the corpse of the Willow Leaf Blade Hand not far in front of her, along with one of his bloody severed hands. She gasped softly, her flower path tightening, constricting the dragon tightly, bringing Yu Jingfeng a pleasant surprise.

She trembled, saying, "Young Master... I don't want to see these severed hands..." "Good!" Yu Jingfeng unleashed a palm strike, the force sending the severed hand flying through the cracked wall, even causing the willow-leaf-blade hand's corpse to tumble several times.

He pressed down hard on Xia Yun's body, thrusting into her as if this were his last intimate moment, almost always reaching her core, causing her to writhe in agony beneath him.

She didn't know that Yu Jingfeng truly believed his life was nearing its end, that he would achieve his desire at any moment, perishing together with his enemy, so he was utterly unrestrained in his intimacy.

"Young Master... this humble woman, this humble woman is coming..." Xia Yun trembled violently, her flower path convulsing, beads of sweat appearing on her nose—she had climaxed.

Since Xia Yun had already lost, Yu Jingfeng didn't push his luck too far. He immediately slowed down the pace, still thrusting, but now with a gentler, more tender touch. Xia Yun was able to catch her breath and, regaining her strength, actively twisted her lower body, giving the dragon head different frictions and collisions from different angles.

She said in a soft voice, "Young master... this little woman wants you to enjoy yourself to the fullest..."

Although Yu Jingfeng had exceptional skills, he hadn't had a proper encounter in a long time, and his overflowing passion urgently needed an outlet. So he didn't force himself to hold back, letting his passion erupt when the time was right, shooting all of it into Xia Yun's flower path, making her gasp and pant, and he actually climaxed again.

Xia Yun thought this fierce battle was over, but she didn't expect that one time wasn't enough to release Yu Jingfeng's pent-up passion. After he pressed down on Xia Yun for a while, the dragon still inside her flower path awakened, giving her a new surge of pleasure. This time, Yu Jingfeng no longer made love to Xia Yun on the floor. Instead, he carried her to a large bed in the side room and made love to her.

In that room where three dead bodies lay and blood was everywhere, Xia Yun and Yu Jingfeng made love again and again. The sounds of their bodies colliding and Xia Yun's soft moans echoed through the air, but no one from the Drunken Red Pavilion came to disturb their lovemaking. Yu Jingfeng thrust into her from behind for almost the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before ejaculating the rest of his passion into Xia Yun's body.

After their ecstasy, Xia Yun gasped for breath, beads of sweat dripping from her flushed body. She gently stroked the scars on Yu Jingfeng's body. "Young Master… how come you're covered in wounds?"

Yu Jingfeng lay beside her and replied leisurely, "Traveling in the martial world, injuries are inevitable." But for him, the most serious wounds were not the physical ones, but the emotional ones. Perhaps it was because he wanted to alleviate that mental anguish that he often used mutually destructive tactics against his enemies. While this allowed him to kill enemies quickly, it also inevitably resulted in injuries to himself.

[The End]

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