[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 33

Chapter Three: The Flames of War, Section Three: The Drums of War (Part One) Along the
3.8th parallel, troops were densely deployed. After a seven-day standoff, the war finally broke out in full force. No one could say for sure who fired the first shot; perhaps a small-scale exchange of fire between the guard units acted as a
fuse, detonating the explosives. At dawn, Commander-in-Chief Kim Ding-lip issued the order to attack. A million-strong army was divided into four routes, launching a full-scale assault. Instantly, thousands of cannons roared, shells raining down on both sides' positions. The North Korean army held a certain advantage in artillery; within an hour, most of the fortifications defending the 3.8th parallel were destroyed. Similarly, because the North Korean forces were concentrated in an area of tens of square kilometers, South Korean artillery, though slightly inferior, still inflicted heavy casualties on the North Korean army.
As the battle commenced, warplanes took off from their respective air bases and joined the fray. South Korea's 800 fighter jets and bombers, divided into ten tactical squadrons, took turns striking the North Korean forces from the air. More than 400 North Korean MiG-29 and Su-25 fighter jets fought fiercely for air superiority. Although the South Korean air force was stronger, the North Koreans had more than 10,000 anti-aircraft guns defending their positions. After a fierce aerial battle, the South Korean air force destroyed more than ten artillery positions but also lost 10% of its aircraft and had to withdraw. On
the second day of the battle, nearly 300,000 troops from the Fifth and Sixth Armies crossed the 38th parallel and launched a full-scale offensive towards Seoul. They established three lines of defense within several kilometers of the 38th parallel.
Kim Jung-il's 300,000 troops took five days and, at the cost of 80,000 casualties, broke through the first and second lines of defense; Seoul was now within reach. Meanwhile, the army groups on various attack directions, although facing fierce resistance from the South Korean army, continued their slow advance.
"Once Seoul is captured, the entire South Korean army will be within reach. Launch a full-scale attack, at all costs, to occupy Seoul!" Under Kim Jung-lip's orders, the Fifth and Sixth Armies launched a full-scale attack on the last line of defense defending Seoul.
Whether in ancient or modern warfare, the defending side always has the advantage. After leaving the 38th
parallel, South Korea lost its powerful artillery support, and in the air battle, it gradually gained the upper hand. Coupled with the South Korean army's strong, multi-layered defensive positions, the Fifth and Sixth Armies suffered heavy casualties. The
South Korean forces defending Seoul numbered less than 100,000, but their military skills were excellent. After five more days of fierce fighting, they finally broke through the South Korean army's last line of defense. The remaining South Korean troops retreated into Seoul, engaging in fierce street fighting.
While the Fifth and Sixth Armies entered Seoul, the Second and Third Armies, attacking Incheon, and the Fourth Army, attacking Jeongok-ri, advanced rapidly. Kim Jung-lip ordered the three armies to advance as quickly as possible to achieve the greatest possible victory. Cha Taek-kyeong's Fourth Army also captured Chuncheon. Cha Taek-kyeong then slowed his advance, as the situation was very favorable, and Kim Jung-rip didn't bother with him, allowing the other armies to charge forward.
While the Second, Third, and Fourth Armies advanced deeper into South Korea, street fighting continued in Seoul. This modern metropolis, built by generations of South Koreans, was largely reduced to ruins. War is a terrible beast; in the baptism of blood and fire, on the edge of life and death, humanity is gradually replaced by bestiality. During the fighting, civilians constantly attacked North Korean soldiers. Initially, the troops maintained restraint, but when close comrades were sniped, rage overwhelmed everything. North Korean soldiers began shooting civilians they perceived as threats.
The chief of staff of the operations command reminded Kim Jung-rip to restrain the troops, but enraged by the daily high casualty figures, he ignored the chief of staff's advice and instead authorized the troops to act arbitrarily. Kim Jung-lip's leniency emboldened the bloodthirsty North Korean soldiers, escalating the street fighting into a massacre.
Humanity was twisted in the war; once Pandora's box was opened, the unleashed demons could never be contained. North Korean soldiers not only massacred civilians, but some even began raping women. Those around Kim Jung-lip constantly warned him, but he wouldn't listen; his only concern was when Seoul would truly be captured.
Modern media was so advanced that, although the atrocities committed by the North Korean army in the war-torn city were documented, images and documents circulated worldwide. Headlines like
"The Ugliest Atrocity of the 21st Century,"
"War. Beasts," and
"War Crimes of a Barbaric Nation"
adorned the front pages of major news outlets worldwide, vehemently condemning North Korea. While the photos were indeed real, the facts were exaggerated, and the uproar drew intense attention from all sides.
Kim Jung-lip remained unconvinced, believing that in war, the victor is king and the loser is a bandit; once the South Korean army was defeated, everything would naturally disappear.
Che Zekai and Park Hyun-kook were deeply worried. This situation was extremely unfavorable for North Korea. Losing international support would make North Korea more independent in the international community, and even if it won the war, it would face international pressure led by the United States. The " Phoenix
" organization shared the same concerns. The US Senate and House of Representatives were already urgently discussing whether to send troops. If the US intervened and China sided with North Korea, World War III could break out—something the Demonic Sect desired . ……… ... “That’s one way, but Mo Tian is in Black Dragon Manor, where the guards are tight, it’s too difficult.” Gao Yun had also considered this method. “Shui Ling, you’ve been in Hong Kong for a long time, does the Black Dragon Society have any other important figures?” “This—” Shui Ling didn’t know how to answer for a moment. Sheng Hongyu noticed her concerns. “Shui Ling, I know this is not in accordance with legal procedures, but what a terrible fate Fu Shaomin will suffer if he falls into the hands of those beasts. We have no other choice!” “I know!” Shui Ling raised her head, having already made up her mind. “It’s not impossible to catch Mo Tian. We’ve been keeping an eye on the Black Dragon Society for the past few years, and we’ve had people watching him since he returned to Hong Kong. Since the attack at Silver Moon Tower, he’s been at the Dynasty Nightclub every night. I’ll have Guo Yanni go first; we have informants at the nightclub. As soon as Mo Tian arrives, we’ll act.” Shui Ling called Guo Yanni on her cell phone, gave the order, and then put the phone away, sighing slightly, “I wonder where Yan Lanyin is.” Yan Lanyin, Guo Yanni, and Shu Yiping were her best friends and most capable subordinates. However, Shu Yiping had been kidnapped in Indonesia and was still recovering physically and mentally. Yan Lanyin's relationship with Shui Ling had become distant after Fei Xue was used as bait and raped by Tex. However, Shui Ling always remembered her and agreed to Gao Yun's request to rescue Fu Shaomin using drastic measures, largely because she had personally experienced the Black Dragon Society's brutality. Soon, news arrived that Mo Tian was indeed at the Royal Dynasty Nightclub. The three rushed to the nightclub, where Guo Yanni was already waiting for them at the entrance. Shui Ling briefly explained the situation to Guo Yanni, who, being naturally strong-willed, did not object. "There are more than ten of them; it's not a good time for us to act," Guo Yanni said worriedly. Gao Yun hesitated. Forcing their way in would be too noisy, and waiting at the entrance meant they wouldn't know when they would come out, and the street was crowded, making an ambush unwise. Meanwhile, Guo Yanni was using her informant—a supervisor at the nightclub—to gather information about Mo Tian's movements. "What? He's still in the VIP room? How many people are in the room? Got it." Guo Yanni hung up the phone and said, "Mo Tian is still in the VIP room on the top floor. According to the informant, he takes any woman he likes to the room opposite the VIP room, but he hasn't found a suitable one today and is throwing a tantrum." "If Mo Tian goes to the room, we'll have a chance. We can go up to the top floor, go in through the window, and then come down from the top floor," Shui Ling said.

“I’ll go,” Gao Yun said. “Have your informant arrange for me to go in. If Mo Tian comes into the room with me, we can take him away without alerting anyone.” Indeed, even if Mo Tian entered the room, breaking in through the window would inevitably alert the Black Dragon Society, reducing the chances of success. However, if Mo Tian entered the room with Gao Yun, they could capture him without anyone noticing.
“This is too risky,” Shui Ling said. “What if Mo Tian chooses someone else to go in?”
Gao Yun smiled gently. “If he goes in with someone else, you two act too. I’ll be on the other side, which can delay their rescue efforts, increasing our chances of success.”
“But…” Shui Ling wanted to say something more, but Gao Yun had already signaled Guo Yan to take her in. Shui Ling didn’t insist anymore. “Be careful,” she said to Gao Yun’s back.
After being ambushed at Silver Moon Tower, Mo Tian could only find solace here. Although Dynasty Nightclub was the most famous in Hong Kong, it was still far inferior to Silver Moon Tower. Tonight, Mo Tian had called over twenty girls, but none of them satisfied him, leaving him in a terrible mood. Sitting next to Mo Tian was Luo Li, the leader of the Black Dragon Society's Heavenly Gang Hall. Luo Li was a top figure in the Black Dragon Society, excelling in both martial arts and intellect. Mo Zhentian 's arrangement was a precaution.
Gao Yun was pushed into Mo Tian's room by a group of heavily made-up girls. Her appearance immediately caught everyone's attention. While her looks and figure were impeccable, what set her apart from the others was her demeanor. Among a group of prostitutes, how could a woman who, despite her revealing attire, exuded no air of vulgarity, escape everyone's notice?
"She—" Mo Tian pointed at Gao Yun, standing up and eagerly preparing to take her to the room opposite.
"Wait," Luo Li grabbed Mo Tian's wrist, pulling him back down to sit.
The fleeting sense of relief that had crossed Gao Yun's mind was extinguished by Luo Li. She silently observed the young man; he was cunning and not so easy to deal with.
"What's wrong?" Mo Tian said angrily, "Didn't you just say you wanted to go back early, that you could leave after I finished?" Unlike other Black Dragon Society leaders, Luo Li, though outwardly polite, still made Mo Tian feel a bit disdainful of him, so Mo Tian disliked this new leader.
"Young Master Mo, I was just joking," Luo Li said with a smile, turning to Gao Yun, "You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yes, I've only been here a few days," Gao Yun replied.
"You're not a local from Hong Kong, are you?" Luo Li asked again.
"Yes, I've been studying in the United States and only recently arrived in Hong Kong," Gao Yun answered. Although she could speak Mandarin, she couldn't speak Cantonese.
"How did you end up in this line of work?" Luo Li asked again.
"My father's company went bankrupt, leaving a huge debt, and I couldn't afford to study..." Gao Yun's acting skills were not bad; her eyes even glistened with tears.
"Oh..." Luo Li pondered. Although he couldn't see any flaws, his keen intuition told him that something was still amiss.
Mo Tian, already impatient, said, "Why are you so long-winded? I saw her too. She's very different from those other girls. Didn't she say she's a respectable young lady? Of course she's shy about this line of work!" He then stood up, put his arm around Gao Yun's shoulder, and said, "Let's go."
Luo Li followed Mo Tian without a word. As they crossed the corridor, Mo Tian pushed open the door to the opposite room. Seeing Luo Li follow him in, Mo Tian turned around, blocking Luo Li in the doorway. "What are you doing?"
"The chairman ordered me to protect your safety. It's my duty. I need to be by your side," Luo Li said, looking directly at Mo Tian.
"Damn it, you've got your eye on this girl, haven't you?" Mo Tian's anger surged. "Fine! Fine! For a woman, I don't need to argue with you. You can have her, go for it, are you satisfied now?" He opened the door and stepped aside to let him pass.
"Young Master Mo, that's not what I meant." Although Luo Li hated Mo Tian, who was obsessed with women, he was, after all, Mo Zhentian's son, and angering him would displease Mo Tian.
"Then what do you mean!" Mo Tian roared.
Luo Li glanced at Gao Yun again. Her halter-neck short dress was semi-transparent, making it impossible for her to be hiding a weapon. Faced with the arrogant Mo Tian, he finally gave in. "Young Master Mo, I'm sorry, I'm right at the door. Call me if you need anything." He took a step back, and Mo Tian slammed the door shut.
Seeing Mo Tian close the door, Gao Yun's heart finally settled. She gently turned the ring on her hand, sending a signal to Shui Ling. When Mo Tian hugged her, tore open her clothes, and grabbed her breasts, Gao Yun already saw two dark figures appear at the window. She made a gesture, focused her mind, and her spiritual power enveloped Mo Tian like a vast net. He was speechless, unable to move or make a sound. Gao Yun hugged Mo Tian, moaning softly, and walked towards the window. Just as she opened the window, there was a loud bang, and Luo Li burst in. He had been listening to the sounds inside. When Mo Tian suddenly went silent, he became suspicious. When he heard the window open, he knew something was wrong and rushed in.
Gao Yun, Guo Yanni, and Shui Ling were all elite warriors with incredibly fast reflexes. Shui Ling, holding the still immobile Mo Tian, pushed off with her feet, preparing to leap from the air. The instant Luo Li broke down the door, Guo Yanni's gun flashed, bullets whistling as they searched for Luo Li's figure. Gao Yun, meanwhile, withdrew her spiritual power from Mo Tian and directed it towards him as he charged forward.
Although he possessed ancient martial arts skills, flesh and blood could not withstand steel. Luo Li rolled and leaped, dodging Guo Yanni's attack. With a flick of his wrist, he picked up a piece of wood from the ground and shot it out. Guo Yanni cried out as the wood pierced her arm. In a flash, Guo Yanni lost her ability to attack. Luo Li rushed to the window, his five fingers reaching for Mo Tian, who had just left the windowsill. Just as his fingers touched Mo Tian's body, Gao Yun, standing by the windowsill, suddenly raised her leg, her knee slamming heavily into his chest. Luo Li, protected by his true qi, was unharmed despite the force of the impact. Luo Li gripped Mo Tian's ankle, intending to pull him back, when suddenly he felt a tightness in his chest, and his strength vanished instantly.
He could only watch helplessly as Mo Tian was dragged down. Gao Yun swiftly leaped onto the windowsill, preparing to escape, but she underestimated Luo Li. The moment her hand touched the rope, Luo Li grabbed her leg, an irresistible force pulling her back. Luo Li braced himself against the windowsill, preparing to jump down to rescue Mo Tian, but Gao Yun grabbed his leg from behind, simultaneously focusing her mental power to control his movements. Gao Yun's mental power was relatively weak among the Extreme Angels, while Luo Li's will was unwavering, so even with her full strength, Gao Yun could only slow him down for a very short time.
Luo Li was once again unable to exert his full strength. He watched helplessly as Mo Tian was shoved into the car, unable to shake off Gao Yun's entanglement. At this moment, the other members of the Black Dragon Society rushed in, grabbing Gao Yun and dragging her away from Luo Li.
The car sped away, and Luo Li turned around blankly. Mo Zhentian's beloved son had been kidnapped; how could he face this?!
Seeing Luo Li's expression, Gao Yun knew that Shui Ling had successfully escaped. She used her mental power again to make the man holding her shoulder release his grip, then got up and rushed towards the door. How could the dozen or so Black Dragon Society members let her escape? They blocked her way, and a fierce battle ensued.
Having used her mental power three times in a row, Gao Yun was at her limit. She felt exhausted, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, she fought on with all her might.
"Get out of the way!" Luo Li stepped into the fray, his five fingers spread wide, instantly grabbing Gao Yun's throat. Against a master, Gao Yun's fighting skills were utterly useless.
"What kind of evil magic did you use just now?" Luo Li was utterly bewildered by the sudden loss of power he had experienced several times.
"Cough, cough..." Gao Yun's pretty face flushed red as she was lifted into the air.
Just as Gao Yun was about to suffocate, Luo Li released her, and Gao Yun collapsed to the ground, clutching her throat and choking violently. The people around her rushed over and tied her up.
"Take her back," Luo Li said coldly.
Although this wasn't the first time Yan Lanyin had been raped by multiple men simultaneously, ever since the masked man entered, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, unable to breathe. She immediately recognized the man; the image of Zhou Zhengwei flashed through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. People often choose to escape when faced with the unbearable, and Yan Lanyin was no exception. To conceal the truth, she had abandoned all dignity.
Although she believed he couldn't be her husband, his appearance still had a tremendous impact on her fragile heart. What would she do if he found out everything? Her mind and body had already succumbed; ultimately, her relationship with him would end, but she remained like a prisoner sentenced to death, desperately trying to delay her fate.
A man erupted inside her; his rapidly vibrating penis aroused her desire. She twisted her waist, pressing her body tightly against him, convulsing wildly with him. As the scalding semen struck her uterus, Yan Lanyin screamed. Men loved that sound; only by bringing them pleasure could they stay further from death.
After the satisfied man finished, Zhou Zhengwei stood up, watching streams of white semen flow from his wife's lips. Enraged, he roared, "You shameless slut!" and lunged forward, aiming a kick at his wife's genitals. Caught off guard, Yan Lanyin reacted swiftly. Just inches from her body, she shifted back, landing her foot on her thigh.
"Don't dodge," Li Quan said coldly.
Knowing she would be hurt, Yan Lanyin had no choice. As the hard leather shoe struck her genitals again, she arched her back, using the few inches of distance between the shoe and her lips to absorb some of the force, minimizing the damage. Zhou Zhengwei stomped down, then twisted violently. Yan Lanyin screamed in pain as the cold, rough sole of his shoe tore through her swollen labia, leaving her alluring vulva a bloody mess.
"Use this," Li Quan said, walking to Zhou Zhengwei and handing him a black leather whip. Yan Lanyin still had some use; he didn't want her to suffer too much.
Zhou Zhengwei took the whip and lashed it at Yan Lanyin. "Whore, slut, bitch..." he cursed with the most vile language, the whip striking his wife's snow-white body like a storm.
Yan Lanyin had no time to think about why this masked man was so violent. She covered her head and face, rolling on the floor, screaming in pain, her fair body covered in red, swollen welts.
"Enough!" Li Quan grabbed Zhou Zhengwei's hand; he didn't want Yan Lanyin to be crippled by Zhou Zhengwei's rage.
"No, I'll beat this bitch to death!" Zhou Zhengwei shouted.
Li Quan dragged him to sit on the sofa. "I have plenty of ways to punish her, don't be impulsive," Li Quan waved his hand. "Tie her to the frame."
There was a steel frame on one side of the room. Li Quan's men dragged the battered Yan Lanyin from the ground and secured her to the frame. Her hands were handcuffed to the top, her neck and waist were bound with leather belts, and leather bands were put around her knees. Ropes connected to her legs spread her legs, revealing her alluring lips. Although her snow-white body was covered in wounds, it was still inexplicably beautiful and captivating.
Zhou Zhengwei looked at his wife, dangling in mid-air like a frog with her legs spread wide, at her body covered in blood from his beatings, at the semen slowly dripping from her private parts. He suddenly howled like a wild beast, large tears streaming from his eyes. The voice amplified by the voice changer was terrifying and chilling.
In his heart, Yan Lanyin was a goddess, the person he loved most. The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. His wife's wanton image beneath the man flashed before his eyes like a scene from a movie. Why?! Why had his wife, once pure and ethereal like a saint untouched by worldly affairs, fallen to such a state, becoming worse than a prostitute?
Cruel reality, like a sledgehammer, shattered all the beautiful memories in Zhou Zhengwei's heart, awakening the evil thoughts within him. Gradually, his wailing turned into maniacal laughter, but because his voice had changed, the crying and laughing sounded almost the same, conveying the same meaning—hysterical madness.
Chapter Three: The Flames of War, Section Three: The Drums of War (Part Two)
Yan Lanyin couldn't understand why this man harbored such deep-seated hatred. Could it be that some of his relatives had been brought to justice by her? She felt a secret fear; perhaps today's whipping was just the prelude, and she didn't know what even harsher punishments awaited.
She looked at the wounds on her body. Although they were only superficial injuries with little bleeding, they wouldn't heal for at least ten days or half a month. If her husband saw these wounds, how could she explain it? Unless she didn't have any intimacy with him for half a month, he was already very suspicious of her. What should she do?
Li Quan walked to Yan Lanyin's side, gently stroking the red and swollen whip marks. "Did it hurt?" he asked.
"It's alright," Yan Lanyin avoided Li Quan's gaze. This man was truly a nightmare in her life.
"Did those men enjoy fucking you? If you're still not satisfied, I can call a few more," Li Quan said.
"No!" Yan Lanyin gritted her teeth, lowering her head and whispering. Li Quan had asked this question many times before. If she answered "No more" or "Let me go," there would definitely be more men coming. Only if she answered "Not enough, not satisfied yet," might she be able to leave the Silver Moon Pavilion. Today, Yan Lanyin thought that if she could just have sex until dawn, she would be lucky.
"Not satisfied yet? There aren't many customers today. I'll call my men to help you," Li Quan said. After he finished speaking, one of his men walked to her side and inserted two fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out at a very fast frequency.
After days of training, Yan Lanyin had learned to numb herself with lust. Once suppressed desires are released, they become difficult to control. With each twitch of her fingers, Yan Lanyin's lust reignited. She knew men, including Li Quan, loved watching her frenzied performance. Perhaps a better performance today would please Li Quan and that other man, making them let her go.
"Yes, scream louder. I want to see you climax," Li Quan gently stroked her erect nipples.
"So good!" "Faster!" "I want it!" "Harder!"... Yan Lanyin's cheeks flushed red as she moaned and screamed, her naked body writhing like a snake in mid-air.
Zhou Zhengwei stood up and slowly walked to within a meter of his wife. Listening to the conversation between Li Quan and his wife, and seeing his wife lost in lust, he felt utterly hopeless. He hated this woman who had deceived his feelings.
Unleashing her desires, Yan Lanyin quickly reached the peak of carnal pleasure, gushing out droplets of fluid like urine. Zhou Zhengwei vaguely remembered someone mentioning that Japanese actresses driven mad by sex would also squirt like this, something called "squirting." He never expected to witness this scene firsthand today, and the woman "squirting" was actually his wife.
"Do you want more?" Li Quan asked with a grin beside her.
After her orgasm, Yan Lanyin's body was limp, and beads of sweat irritated her wounds, causing a burning pain. "More,"
she said through gritted teeth, trying to leave the Silver Moon Pavilion as soon as possible.
"I'll make her feel good," Zhou Zhengwei asked in a muffled voice.
Yan Lanyin looked up and suddenly saw her husband's tear-streaked eyes behind the mask. Those eyes were so familiar. Yan Lanyin's heart pounded. "It can't be him, it can't be Zhou Zhengwei, it can't be my husband," she kept repeating to herself, almost forcibly denying this terrible thought.
Zhou Zhengwei pulled down his pants, lifted his wife's buttocks, and thrust his penis inside. Due to excessive and frequent intercourse, Yan Lanyin's vagina was much looser than before. Zhou Zhengwei sighed; he remembered the first time they made love, his wife's vagina was so tight, and even with tremendous effort, he could only slowly push in. But now, his wife was a withered flower.
Yan Lanyin's lowered gaze suddenly froze. She saw Zhou Zhengwei's penis; there was a small, protruding fleshy bulge on the left side. She remembered that Zhou Zhengwei's penis was like that too.
"Who are you?" Yan Lanyin's voice trembled noticeably.
"Do you want to know who I am?" Zhou Zhengwei retorted.
"I..." Yan Lanyin didn't know how to answer.
"You shameless slut, I was blind all along, always treating you like a treasure, hahaha..." Zhou Zhengwei ripped off his mask, laughing wildly, and thrust into Yan Lanyin's body with all his might.
"Zhengwei!" Yan Lanyin screamed as she lost her virginity.
"You slut, how does it feel to fuck you? How does it compare to those men!" Zhou Zhengwei's face was twisted and ferocious.
Yan Lanyin's heart felt like it had been struck by lightning; the pain was beyond description. She gasped for breath, her vision went black, and she fainted. Blinded by rage, Zhou Zhengwei continued to frantically thrust his penis into the unresponsive Yan Lanyin's body... After a long while, thunder suddenly rumbled, and a downpour was imminent. Inside the house, Yan Lanyin lay naked on the floor, a girl in a school uniform kneeling beside her, gently wiping her forehead with a damp towel.
“Your sister is about to wake up. Try to persuade her, don’t keep pushing herself.” Li Quan was still sitting on the sofa.
“I know, I will try to persuade my sister.” The girl was Yan Lanyin’s younger sister, Yan Feixue. Months of imprisonment had made her thinner, her face haggard. A once innocent girl had become a living corpse, devoid of spirit and vitality.
“Zhengwei, Zhengwei…” Yan Lanyin murmured, opening her dazed eyes.
“Your husband is gone. I asked him if he wanted to take you with him, and he said he'd let you stay here,” Li Quan said coldly.
Crystal tears welled up. Her husband had abandoned her; in this vast world, amidst the sea of people, she was utterly alone.
“Sister, sister!” Yan Lanyin heard a familiar voice calling. She realized the girl beside her was her younger sister, Yan Feixue. She sat up abruptly, calling her sister’s name, and the two embraced tightly.
“Sister!” Yan Feixue could no longer control her emotions and wept bitterly with her sister.
"You're curious about what your sister's been up to these past few days, aren't you? Let's watch together!" Li Quan said, turning on the television.
On the screen, a young girl danced gracefully, so pure and beautiful. The scene shifted, and she was surrounded by countless ugly men. Her mouth was filled with penises, her hands grasped them, her cleavage was filled with them, and her body was filled with men's penises. Semen was constantly sprayed onto her face, her beautiful face covered with an increasingly thick layer of semen until her features were no longer visible.
"Don't look, don't look!" Yan Feixue sobbed softly.
Yan Lanyin heard a low "humming" sound, and her sister's thin shoulders trembled. Following the sound, she lifted her sister's skirt and saw a huge electric dildo inserted into her vagina, vibrating powerfully.
"Tell your sister how many days this thing has been inside you," Li Quan said.
"Thirty days," Yan Feixue said softly.
"Has it been taken out in these thirty days?" Li Quan asked.
"No," Yan Feixue replied.
“Yes, it’s still there. Didn’t you remove it when you were with those men? You’re so stupid!” Li Quan said. “Tell your sister how many men she’s slept with in these thirty days?”
“322 oral sex, 180 breast sex, 171 penetrating, anal sex…”
Yan Feixue said expressionlessly. In those hellish days, she had been tamed into a complete sex slave.
“Stop talking!” Yan Lanyin shouted, grabbing her sister, tears streaming down her face. “It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault!” “Master said that as long as you listen to Master, we won’t have to suffer anymore. Sister, please listen to Master!” Tears also welled up in Yan Feixue’s eyes. She had long since run out of tears, but in front of her family, her puppet-like body seemed to regain a little bit of life.
A low, buzzing sound echoed in Yan Lanyin's ears. She knew the sensation of an electric dildo; it was impossible to sleep with it inside. No wonder Feixue's face was so pale, her cheeks sunken, and even makeup couldn't hide her dark circles.
In that instant, she thought of the humiliation she had suffered, of her husband who had betrayed her. Her world collapsed. Justice and conscience seemed insignificant. Feixue was her only family; she couldn't let Feixue suffer any more.
Yan Lanyin raised her head, a strange resolve in her eyes. "Li Quan, I agree to do it for you, but you must let my sister go!" "Good!" Li Quan clapped his hands and laughed. "As long as you do it for me for a month, you and Feixue can leave together. From now on, I won't let any man touch Feixue!" "I hope you can keep your promise!" Hearing that it only took a month, Yan Lanyin seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
Was her descent into depravity over a moment ago, or had it just begun?
Although they successfully captured Mo Tian, Gao Yun had fallen into enemy hands, and Guo Yanni was injured. This left Shui Ling at a loss, unsure of what to do next.
"You accompany Guo Yanni to the hospital. I'll take Mo Tian away. I'll contact you again tomorrow after Ximen Jing and Chi Fengqin arrive," Sheng Hongyu said. "
Okay," Shui Ling replied, supporting Guo Yanni as she watched Sheng Hongyu leave. Alone, looking at the unconscious Guo Yanni due to excessive blood loss, she felt utterly exhausted. She thought for a moment and dialed Yan Lanyin's number.
Yan Lanyin's line was busy. She felt somewhat dejected. After a while, the phone rang. It was Yan Lanyin calling.
"Lanyin, where are you?" Shui Ling asked excitedly.
"I..." Yan Lanyin's voice was low. After a while, she said, "Are you alright?" "Come quickly! Yanni is injured. I'm at the Sino-German Hospital," Shui Ling said urgently.
“Okay, I’m coming,” Yan Lanyin said.
An hour later, Yan Lanyin entered the ward. “Yanni, is she alright?” Her concern was still sincere.
“Luckily, she didn’t break any bones. It’s good that you’re here. You’re not still angry with me, are you?” Shui Ling asked.
“No, it’s all in the past,” Yan Lanyin said calmly.
“That’s great!” Putting aside her worries, Shui Ling pulled Yan Lanyin to sit down and recounted what had happened.
“Where has Sheng Hongyu taken Mo Tian now?” Yan Lanyin asked.
“I’m not sure where she’s staying. She’ll contact me tomorrow,” Shui Ling said.
“Oh,” Yan Lanyin responded softly, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at not finding out Mo Tian’s whereabouts.
Shui Ling’s phone rang again. She saw it was Cheng Xuanyin calling. “Sister Cheng, it’s you!” Shui Ling said.
“Mo Tian has been kidnapped. Does this have anything to do with you?” Cheng Xuanyin got straight to the point.
"This..." Shui Ling was stunned. Even Sister Cheng knew about this so quickly. "They arrested a policewoman from the mainland. Gao Yun came up with this plan to save her. Although Mo Tian was arrested by us, Gao Yun also fell into their hands..." Shui Ling didn't dare to hide the truth and told Cheng Xuanyin the facts.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before someone finally said, "Don't act rashly. When those two Interpol agents arrive tomorrow, have them contact us."
"Yes," Shui Ling replied.
………………………………………………………………………………………………… "What? Mo Tian has been kidnapped?" Fu Xingwu was shocked to hear the news from Cheng Xuanyin. At this time, the situation in Hong Kong was complicated. After losing Xie Hanyan, she was living in "Phoenix's" Hong Kong base—located in Qingfeng Pavilion, Yuen Long.
The Demonic Cult, mistakenly believing her to be one of the Five Holy Maidens, has dispatched numerous experts to Hong Kong, including Baihu Yin Xiao and Xuangui Tu Zhenzi. Rumors even suggest that Ananda, the leader of the Four Demons and a high-ranking Indian monk, will be coming. Meanwhile, the traitor within the Dayu Mountain base remains unresolved, preventing Qiu Xuling from sending reinforcements of Divine Phoenix level or higher, placing Fu Xingwu in grave danger.
For the past ten days, she has repeatedly changed her residence, causing the Demonic Cult to miss their attacks. She cannot leave Hong Kong, as she alone is tying down the Demonic Cult's forces, relieving pressure on other battlefields, especially the Korean War. If the Demonic Cult focuses its main force in Hong Kong, Park Hyun-kook, though already in dire straits, still has a glimmer of hope.
Simultaneously, the Hong Kong Chief Executive election is imminent, and Tian Lei's election would significantly impact the situation. More importantly, Ji Xiaoyun's whereabouts remain unknown. Only Fu Xingwu knows she is the true Holy Maiden, and if she falls into the Demonic Cult's hands, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, she cannot leave; she must stay and contend with the Demonic Cult.
“I’ve checked. Gao Yun should be a member of the Extreme Angels,” Cheng Xuanyin said.
“Bai Shuang founded the Extreme Angels more than twenty years ago, but it was destroyed by the Demonic Sect. The current Bai Wuxia should be Bai Shuang’s daughter,” Fu Xingwu said. Although the Extreme Angels have only been resurrected for three years, “Phoenix” is quite concerned about this mysterious organization. “We’ve had contact with them recently, but they are very wary and haven’t been able to contact their higher-ups.”
“Although Mo Tian is incompetent, he is Mo Zhentian’s only son. He will definitely fight back with all his might,” Cheng Xuanyin said.
“We can only play it by ear,” Fu Xingwu said calmly, but Cheng Xuanyin saw a fearless determination in her starry eyes.
“Don’t be impulsive. Wait three more days until Lan Xingyue arrives before you fight back,” Cheng Xuanyin said.
“Can they hold out for three days?” Fu Xingwu looked at the pale waning moon. “I will protect myself.”
Cheng Xuanyin left silently. She was responsible for protecting the Chief Executive and could not leave for too long. For years, she had been almost inseparable from him for this responsibility. When she left, she could only silently wish this bright, star-like girl good luck.
After Cheng Xuanyin left, Fu Xingwu turned off the light. She took off her outer garment, clasped her hands together, stood on one leg, and slowly squatted down. In that instant, the room seemed to brighten considerably. Her expression was solemn, her fingers and palms shifting into hand seals, her limbs twisting at incredible angles like a dance, dazzling and mesmerizing.
This set of "Dance of the Void" was a martial art evolved from the Buddhist Heart Sutra, containing profound yoga techniques. Fu Xingwu was a martial arts prodigy, but she had never been able to reach the highest level of "Dance of the Void."
"Perhaps being too pure is also a kind of impurity," Zhuge Qinxin said.
Under the moonlight, Fu Xingwu, dressed only in underwear and shorts, danced gracefully. Her exquisite body, like a blooming water lily, inspired endless fantasies, yet was as lofty as the starry sky, enough to cleanse the soul and provide a sacred bath…………………………………………………………………………………………………Black Dragon Society Secret Base.
Gao Yun was taken into a cell, wearing only pink lace panties. Everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to her naked body.
Gao Yun saw Fu Shaomin being raped by a man. She lay face down, the man's penis wantonly violating her body, low moans echoing in the gloomy room.
Witnessing rape for the first time was a huge shock to Gao Yun's mind. Whether from anger or fear, her body trembled slightly, and her breathing became a little rapid.
Ding Fei stood up. Although he had already vented once, seeing Gao Yun still stirred a strong impulse within him. After all, beauties of Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin's caliber were rare in all of Hong Kong.
"Nice figure," Ding Fei walked up to Gao Yun and grabbed her breast.
"Let go of me!" Gao Yun was suddenly attacked and struggled almost instinctively, but her shoulders were held tightly. She suddenly raised her knee and slammed it towards Ding Fei's groin.
"Still quite wild!" The moment she raised her leg, Ding Fei's left palm struck her knee first, and Gao Yun's leg felt like it had been hit by an iron hammer. She groaned, and her leg could no longer exert any strength.
"Ah—" Fu Shaomin heard the sound, turned her head and immediately screamed. When she was being raped, she hoped that Gao Yun would come to save her, because she had only this one friend in Hong Kong. Now, her illusions were completely shattered, and a deep despair dragged her into an abyss. Suddenly, Fu Shaomin vaguely remembered that she had called Gao Yun's name before. It was because of her that Gao Yun had been captured. A strong sense of self-blame filled her heart. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she suddenly pushed away the man who was pressing down on her and stumbled towards Gao Yun.
Ding Fei waved his hand, signaling his men not to stop her. As she rushed towards him, he lightly tripped her, causing Fu Shaomin to fall at Gao Yun's feet. Because her hands were also bound behind her back, Fu Shaomin could only get up using
her body strength. "It's my fault, I've hurt you!" she murmured, tears streaming down her face. Gao Yun struggled and squatted down as well. "It's not your fault, don't cry." Looking at the weeping Fu Shaomin, her heart ached. She had promised to protect her, but she had failed to fulfill her promise.
When Gao Yun was brought in, Mo Zhentian instructed that she be made to talk as soon as possible and that Mo Tian be found. When Ding Fei first saw Gao Yun, based on his experience, he knew that torture would be difficult to get her to talk. He keenly sensed that their relationship was unusual, and perhaps he could use that to his advantage.
Ding Fei forcefully pushed Gao Yun's shoulder, causing her to fall onto Fu Shaomin. "Let's get her first,"
Ding Fei thought. He pressed down on Gao Yun's back and ripped her underwear to shreds.
"No—" Gao Yun screamed. Her sexual experience was limited to that of other women, and her extreme disgust and fear of men made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
"Tell me where Mo Tian is!" Ding Fei inserted his fingers into Gao Yun's dry and tight vagina. The tender flesh of the four walls gripped his fingers tightly. Although he sensed the policewoman's fear, he didn't expect her to give in so easily.
Gao Yun's long, jade-like legs kicked wildly like a frog. Although she struggled desperately, it felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on her back, and she couldn't move her body at all. Although she could use her mental power to instantly incapacitate Ding Fei, the Extreme Angels had a prohibition: when captured, mental power must not be used unless for escape. The purpose was to prevent the enemy from studying the mysterious power. Although Gao Yun was panicked, she still obeyed this order.
"Grab her legs," Ding Fei said. Although her kicking legs posed little threat, they were still a nuisance. Immediately, someone stepped forward, grabbed her legs tightly, and pinned her to the ground. Ding Fei wrapped his arms around Gao Yun's slender waist, her round, jade-like buttocks sticking up. Ding Fei's penis pressed against Gao Yun's secret opening, which had never been penetrated by a man before.
Gao Yun's face was very close to Fu Shaomin's. At this moment, Gao Yun, gripped by fear, was as helpless as a lamb. Fu Shaomin felt a pang of heartache. She had experienced too much humiliation and knew how painful this moment was for a woman. She mustered her last strength and kicked Ding Fei with her legs. After being raped for several hours, her legs were already sore and numb, with little strength, but she still wanted to do something to help her, even if it was futile.
After only a few kicks, the people on both sides grabbed her ankles, rendering her unable to move. Two policewomen with their hands tied behind their backs embraced each other, completely unable to resist.
"Thank you," Gao Yun said, her voice trembling. A warmth welled up in her heart. Although she couldn't change anything, even the slightest comfort or encouragement in the face of misfortune gave her strength.
Ding Fei's penis slid up and down her tender pink labia. The labia slowly parted, and his penis found its direction. Gao Yun's vagina was extremely tight, making it very difficult to penetrate. During his earlier exploration, Ding Fei had almost concluded that she was still a virgin, but when his fingers penetrated deeper, he found that her hymen was broken. He was slightly disappointed, but the tightness of her vagina still felt very much like the sensation of losing her virginity.
During their time together, Gao Yun and Ding Lin initially kissed and caressed each other. Slowly, fueled by desire, their passion intensified. In role-playing, Gao Yun leaned towards the masculine side, so during most intimate moments, Gao Yun would be on top of her, using her fingers to bring her to orgasm. They never used sex toys like vibrators, as they both disliked items symbolizing masculinity. Ding Lin's fingers would also penetrate her body, but because Gao Yun was a virgin, the penetration always stopped at the hymen. The day before Ding Lin was to leave for a mission in Egypt, Gao Yun suddenly had a premonition of something ominous. That night, at the peak of desire, she grabbed Ding Lin's hand and forced her fingers deeper. Ding Lin was somewhat surprised, but Gao Yun was resolute. She told Ding Lin that she, her heart, and her body belonged to her. When her fingers pierced the thin barrier representing virginity, although she trembled in pain, she felt pleasure. As the crimson blood dripped onto the white sheets, the flames of desire ignited between them.
Ding Fei's penis was enormous; the oval glans had barely entered when Gao Yun screamed in pain, her pretty face contorted in agony. Fu Shaomin's gaze was filled with sorrow. From a young age, she had aspired to be a police officer, hoping to use her power to uphold justice and help the innocent victims. But fate had been so unfair, subjecting her to such humiliation. She felt deep sorrow for women; if it were a man, at most he would die, but for a woman, it was far more tragic. Even a strong and courageous woman like Gao Yun could only cry out in despair. At this moment, Fu Shaomin longed to embrace her, to offer her some comfort, to help her through her most painful moment.
"Damn, it's so tight!" Ding Fei exerted all his strength, but his penis still couldn't penetrate all the way in. Based on experience, he felt that only a virgin's vagina could be this tight. Thinking of this, his desire surged, and he thrust in with brute force.
Gao Yun was pale and breathing heavily. The extreme shame and pain pushed her to the brink of collapse. Suddenly, she heard Fu Shaomin softly calling her name. Previously, Gao Yun had avoided her gaze; she couldn't face her.
"Don't be afraid, look at me," Fu Shaomin said. Having experienced rape herself, she knew that physical pain could be endured, but emotional pain was far more devastating. Although she couldn't change her fate, although this was practically her last hope, Fu Shaomin still wanted to help her.
Their eyes met, and in that moment, their roles reversed. Fu Shaomin went from the vulnerable victim to the protector, comforting the terrified Gao Yun with her eyes.
A blush crept across Gao Yun's pale face. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her lips pressed together. Although the tearing pain intensified, she had emerged from the abyss of fear.
"I'll treat him like a pig, a dog, a beast," Gao Yun forced a smile. This smile, so incongruous with her pained expression, was something Fu Shaomin knew had worked.
“Yes, they’re worse than livestock,” Fu Shaomin said with a smile.
“Damn it! Calling me livestock!” Ding Fei overheard their conversation and was instantly enraged. He channeled his inner energy into his penis, instantly increasing its hardness. “I’ll make you die!” He grabbed Gao Yun’s buttocks and thrust with all his might, his penis like a powerful drill penetrating deep into Gao Yun’s body, the glans pressing against her cervix.
“Ah—” Gao Yun threw her head back and couldn’t help but scream. This forceful insertion had already torn the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, and excruciating pain assaulted her.
Ignoring Gao Yun’s pain, Ding Fei began to thrust relentlessly without any mercy. With each violent impact, her high, round, and firm buttocks trembled violently, the force of which was unimaginable.
After enduring a storm of attacks, under Fu Shaomin's anxious gaze, Gao Yun stopped screaming. Those with spiritual strength have far greater willpower than ordinary people. "I'm fine, don't worry," she said through gritted teeth, her
voice broken. "If it hurts, scream it out, it'll make you feel better!" Fu Shaomin saw that she had bitten her lip, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as she tried to endure the pain.
Gao Yun shook her head. Perhaps she would scream in front of Fu Shaomin, but in front of her lover, she wanted to appear stronger. This was just the beginning; things would get even more brutal. She had promised to protect her, and although she could no longer do so, her strength could encourage her.
Chapter Three: The Flames of War Section Three: The Drums of War (Part Three)
On the Korean battlefield, the situation was constantly changing. Although the Fifth and Sixth Army Groups led by Kim Ding-li had entered Seoul, they were severely weakened. At this time, Chi Qi Yi Wuji concentrated his superior forces and launched a swift counter-encirclement of the Korean army in Seoul from both flanks. Kim Dingli never dreamed his opponent would resort to such a risky tactic, concentrating all his resources on attacking what seemed to be the strongest force, Daofeng.
Although the total number of North Korean troops exceeded that of South Korean troops overall, South Korean forces held a numerical advantage in Seoul. Kim Dingli's exhausted army could not withstand the enemy's overwhelming offensive and retreated into the city.
Yi Wuji was prepared, having secretly deployed 10,000 elite troops in underground bunkers within the city. Under this pincer attack, Kim Dingli's 200,000-strong army collapsed instantly. After two days and two nights of fierce fighting, the Fifth and Sixth Armies were completely annihilated.
This battle greatly boosted the morale of the South Korean army, which launched a counterattack against the Second, Third, and Fourth Armies. After several battles, the North Korean army suffered heavy losses. Cha Hae-taek's First Army did not encounter a strong opponent. When they were 80 kilometers from Chuncheon, Cha Hae-taek received news of the annihilation of the Fifth and Sixth Armies. He sighed deeply; the outcome was far worse than expected.
The other army groups were already in retreat, and if they continued to advance, they would become an isolated force and be annihilated. Reality left him with no choice but to retreat.
The Eighth Army Headquarters was located at the very front of the defensive line. For days, Park Hyun-kook's brows had remained furrowed.
She knew Kim Ding-lip lacked the ability to lead troops, yet she still clung to the hope of gaining the initiative with superior forces. But the opponent had withdrawn his fist and focused all his strength on breaking through a single point, immediately putting the North Korean army
on the defensive. Retreating troops continuously crossed the defensive line from the battlefield, and morale was at its lowest point. Park Hyun-kook held a series of operational meetings, deploying the Eighth Army's defensive work. Soon, the elite North Korean troops would reach her defensive line. She needed time, all of North Korea needed time, and she had to hold off the enemy's attack to gain the most precious time.
South Korean Command Headquarters. Chi Qi Yi Wuji pushed open the door and entered the inner room. Sitting on the sofa was the Thousand-Transformation Demon Fang Chen.
It was really not easy to see his younger brother. Fang Chen's status was above Yi Wuji's, but he had waited for half an hour because Yi Wuji was holding an operational meeting, and he was a little displeased.
"Haha, Yi Wuji laughed. There's no way around it. The War Saint gave me this opportunity to prove myself, how could I not give it my all?" Yi Wuji invoked the War Saint's name.
This war between Korea and Han was entirely overseen by the War Saint, Zhuo Bufan. Within the Demonic Sect, Emperor Chiyou controlled all military forces, while the Invincible Emperor, Saint Xingtian, was directly responsible for fighting Feng. Therefore, although Fang Chen's position was far higher than Yi Wuji's, they belonged to different systems and had no direct leadership relationship. However, Fang Chen's duties here, besides fighting Feng, included oversight. "
Although we won this battle, Han City is in ruins, and we suffered considerable losses, including letting Jin Dingli escape,"
Fang Chen began to provoke Yi Wuji. "
If it weren't for the heavy losses suffered by Lord Fang's beasts, things wouldn't be like this today," Yi Wuji said. "Victory would have been much easier." Yi Wuji immediately exposed Fang Chen's weakness, and a flash of anger crossed his face. The original battle plan was for Fang Chen's magical beasts to raid the enemy's command posts at the start of the war, launching a major attack while the enemy was leaderless. However, in the Battle of Snow Ridge, Fang Chen's magical beasts suffered heavy casualties, rendering this plan unworkable.
The city being reduced to ruins doesn't matter; what's important is that we've dealt a blow to the enemy's manpower. Although our losses are also significant, our army's morale is high, which will play a decisive role in the war. As for Jin Dingli, I deliberately let him go. With him around, this battle will be much easier. Seeing Fang Chen's anger and embarrassment, Yi Wuji didn't want to offend him too much, so he patiently explained.
The two didn't get along, and after a short while, Fang Chen left. He was thinking; this war between North and South Korea was a major event for the Demonic Sect, and if he didn't make some contributions, he'd be outshone by Yi Wuji.
...Night fell, and the city lights began to twinkle. At the Tianwu Hall on Luofeng Island, a banquet of over ten tables was laid out, the dishes extremely lavish. Four or five out of ten people were seated, with others occasionally entering the hall. There was little conversation among the guests; many, once seated, began eating and drinking with abandon, while a few remained seated upright, their bowls and chopsticks untouched.
Those in the hall were all burly and imposing, clearly martial artists. They were the rising stars selected globally by the Demonic Sect, ten of whom were qualified to enter the Demon God Cave for advanced training. Five days ago, the Tianwu Hall had fifty tables; after several days of battle, the number of attendees had dwindled from five hundred to less than a hundred. Most looked exhausted, a far cry from the spirited figures of five days prior.
Among the crowd, a Chinese man with curly hair and a broad forehead appeared relaxed, joking with his companions at the table, his hearty laughter drawing mocking and resentful glances from those around him. This man, Xia Qingyang, was a martial arts prodigy among the rising stars of the Demonic Sect. The Martial Saint, Mu Yun Qiubai, had once instructed him in martial arts, and he easily won each of the first five rounds of life-or-death battles.
As dinner was about to end, Mei Ji, the mistress of Paradise, appeared on the stage. Her radiant beauty immediately attracted the attention of all the men. Mei Ji smiled faintly, exuding charm, and said: "You are the future of the Divine Sect. Tomorrow, the final winner will be decided, and Paradise has prepared a gift for you." As soon as she finished speaking, ten young women slowly emerged from behind the stage. They were draped in thin veils, beneath which their naked bodies were faintly visible.
All ten of them were exquisite beauties, each a virgin. When you win, they will belong to you! The winner will choose first! Mei Ji waved her hand, and they stepped down from the stage, walking slowly before the men.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly heated up. Xia Qingyang, along with everyone else, turned his gaze to the girl. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. He saw Leng Xue, and a strong sense of familiarity welled up within him. Her beauty was unlike any other worldly beauty; she possessed a purity like that of an ancient glacier, indescribable in words.
Leng Xue walked at the back of the group, her face flushed red under the intense gazes around her. Suddenly, a soft, yin-like energy swept past her chest, and the gossamer-thin gauze dress tore open, fluttering like clouds. Her breasts and private parts, which had been barely concealed, were now fully exposed to everyone.
A cold-faced young man stood up, grabbed Leng Xue's wrist, and shouted, "Don't rush off! I haven't had enough of admiring you yet!" This young man was Gao Chen, a disciple of the Indian demon monk Ananda, and a rising star among the elite. It was he who had torn Leng Xue's gauze dress. "Release your hand!"
Xia Qingyang suddenly stood up and roared. The roar made everyone's eardrums ring, and many felt their blood surge. "
Who are you?" Gao Chen's expression changed, then returned to normal.
"My name is Xia Qingyang!" He took a step forward, closing the distance between them to two feet. "She's my woman! Let go of her!" Xia Qingyang pointed at Leng Xue.
Gao Chen felt a powerful aura pressing down on him like a mountain. He gathered his energy and said, "Why is she your woman!" "Why should I say that..." Before he could finish speaking, Xia Qingyang had already struck his wrist with a palm strike, the movement as fast as lightning. Gao Chen was no weakling. He grabbed Leng Xue's wrist and pulled, causing Xia Qingyang's attack to miss its target.
Xia Qingyang smiled at Leng Xue. "Don't be afraid, I will protect you." As he spoke, his attacks surged like a tide. Gao Chen used Leng Xue's body as a defense, but after several moves, Xia Qingyang punched him in the chest. Helpless, he had no choice but to release his grip on Leng Xue. "
Stop!" Mei Ji shouted. The giant demon beside her charged into the fray like a thunder god, separating the two with its body. "
This isn't a battlefield. They don't belong to any of you now. Only those who win the competition have the right to speak." Mei Ji hadn't expected a fight to suddenly break out. The Demon God Cave selection was a major event for the Demon Sect. If anything went wrong, even Qinglong wouldn't be able to protect her. "Don't waste your time on women; think about how to win the competition!" With that, Mei Ji waved her hand and led the women away.
As Leng Xue passed Xia Qingyang, she heard him whisper, "Wait for me. What a strange man," Leng Xue thought to herself. She sensed his sincerity in his gaze, and a warmth like a gentle breeze in the cold winter.
Mei Ji reported to Qinglong about what had happened at the Heavenly Martial Hall that day, arousing his curiosity. Qinglong was naturally lecherous and loved novelty. He would lose interest in ordinary women after one encounter, but Mei Ji was constantly worried that Qinglong would become infatuated with someone else, causing her to fall out of favor. Therefore, when two beauties, Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, appeared, she considered making them both disappear. However, fearing discovery and criticism, she ultimately only removed Fan Jianxin, keeping Leng Xue.
Qinglong personally went to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss and met Leng Xue. She truly captivated him. Her angelic face and perfect curves weren't the most remarkable features; what was most special was her pure and untainted aura, inspiring a strong desire to conquer her.
Leng Xue looked at Qinglong and felt a chill run down her spine. This man in his forties seemed to possess boundless power, his every move exuding the air of a grandmaster. His deep eyes were as unfathomable as an ancient well, and his high, hooked nose revealed his cunning.
"Indeed, she is pure and beautiful, a natural beauty," Qinglong praised. Seeing Leng Xue reminded him of Leng Aoshuang, who had been captured by the Indian demon monk Ananda years ago. It was an earth-shattering battle. Although Ananda had set up a ten-day vengeful spirit array, he still couldn't trap her, and he himself had been severely injured by her. However, to save the infant trapped in the Ten-Day Vengeful Spirit Array, Leng Aoshuang gave up resistance and was raped by Ananda amidst the swirling snow.
Although Qinglong was tempted, he suppressed his desire, for Leng Xue was the prize for the victor of tomorrow's Demon God Cave training. The annual Demon God Cave training was a major event for the sect. Martial Saint Mu Yun Qiubai didn't concern himself with other sect affairs, but he took this training very seriously. The Martial Saint had a peculiar temper; angering him would have dire consequences.
Upon leaving the Martial Arts Hall, his subordinates reported that the Indian Demon Monk Ananda wished to see him. Qinglong dared not delay and went straight to Ananda's residence. Within the Demonic Sect, there were two main branches: Military and Action. The Military branch was led by Emperor Chiyou, and included War Saint Zhuo Bufan, Berserker Blood Demon Situ Kong, and Crimson Kirin Yi Wuji. The Action branch primarily fought against the Phoenix, and included the Invincible Emperor, the Indian Demon Monk, the Thousand-Transformation Demon, and four of the Five Divine Generals, whose strength surpassed that of the Military branch. Besides, the Martial Saint is mainly responsible for guiding martial arts; although he holds a high position, he is all alone. Pharaoh King Guli Emperor is directly led by the Dark Emperor and is involved in advanced technology development; for example, the anti-detection system on Falling Phoenix Island was developed by the Pharaoh King. The Holy Hand Heart Demon among the Four Demons is engaged in the research and development of various medicines. Although nominally part of the Action Branch and under the jurisdiction of the Invincible Emperor, his direct contact with the Dark Emperor gives him a superior position.
The Indian Demon Monk Ananda is the leader of the Four Demons. Although still below the Three Saints, as the second-in-command of the Action Branch and the actual person in charge of Falling Phoenix Island, one of the three major bases of the Demonic Cult, his influence is no less than that of the Three Saints. Ananda is also Qinglong's most direct superior.
Entering Ananda's residence, he was already waiting for Qinglong. Ananda was Indian, tall, with eagle eyes and a high nose, and had a strange appearance. Beside him stood a tall, graceful young woman, strikingly beautiful and radiant, yet her eyes held a hint of emptiness and bewilderment. She was none other than Zhuque Yulan, one of the Five Divine Generals alongside Qinglong.
Ananda told Qinglong that the discovery of the Holy Maiden's whereabouts in Hong Kong was of paramount importance, and he would depart immediately with Zhuque Yulan, entrusting all affairs on the island to Qinglong.
Before leaving, he gave Qinglong the key to Luofeng Prison, saying, "I know you've been eyeing the beauties there for a long time. Everything must be done in moderation; don't let beauty ruin your plans. Also, don't touch that person named Leng Aoshuang." Qinglong was initially overjoyed, but upon hearing Ananda's instruction not to touch Leng Aoshuang, he felt a profound sense of loss.
Luofeng Prison held eighteen Phoenix Warriors, including three Divine Phoenixes and fifteen fledglings.
Since the construction of Luofeng Island, most of the Phoenix Warriors captured by the Demonic Sect had been transferred here. Not many Phoenix Warriors were captured. Phoenix Island has been built for more than 20 years and has imprisoned a total of 28 Phoenix Warriors, averaging only one per year.
In their battle against the Demonic Cult, every Phoenix Warrior fights to their last breath; none would willingly accept capture alive. Suicide is absolutely forbidden in the Phoenix's faith. The phoenix is reborn in flames, and no phoenix would abandon its life for the sake of fire. Although every Phoenix Warrior possesses unwavering faith and a determination to sacrifice themselves, even as a woman, the prospect of hellish existence fills them with suffocating fear. Therefore, fighting to the death is a silent vow for every Phoenix Warrior.
The Demonic Cult highly values captured Phoenix Warriors, possessing invaluable intelligence. However, through torture, coercion, and enticement, very few Phoenix Warriors can be subdued. In Qinglong's memory, only one out of twenty-eight submitted.
The vast majority of Phoenix Warriors possess noble bearing and captivating beauty, while nine out of ten members of the Demonic Cult are inherently lecherous. Riding on a Phoenix Warrior and satisfying their desires is a wish shared by many. Many Demonic Cult members, having rendered meritorious service, seek not rewards but a journey to Falling Phoenix Island to ravage the Phoenix Warriors. In the battle against the Phoenix Warriors, although their numbers were far fewer than those of the Demonic Cult, their destructive power was immense. The Demonic Cult members watched their comrades die one by one at the hands of the Phoenix Warriors, filled with fear and rage. The chance to wantonly ravage their bodies and trample their souls was something none of them would want to miss.
At the same time, to demoralize the Phoenix Warriors, the Demonic Cult frequently filmed the humiliation of the Phoenix Warriors and sent the footage to the Phoenix through various channels. The Demonic Cult believed that these shocking images would frighten the Phoenix Warriors.
The Phoenix Warriors all possessed ancient martial arts skills; if all the Phoenix Warriors imprisoned in Phoenix Prison were to break free simultaneously, even a Martial Saint would be unable to withstand their combined attack. Initially, the imprisoned Phoenix Warriors, with their meridians severed, were rendered harmless due to paralysis, no matter how abundant their internal energy. However, the Demonic Cult quickly abandoned this method because the severed meridians caused rapid muscle atrophy; after one or two years, their limbs were like twigs, and even the most beautiful women would lose all their allure.
Later, the Demonic Cult abolished martial arts altogether. However, this method is not entirely reliable. Ancient martial arts theory posits that true qi originates from the dantian (lower abdomen). Destroying the dantian with domineering true qi can cripple martial arts. This method was used for several years, but over a decade ago, several Phoenix Warriors suddenly regained their martial arts, killing dozens of demonic sect masters and nearly turning Phoenix Island upside down. After that incident, the demonic sect realized their understanding of ancient martial arts was insufficient; in many aspects, they only knew the effect, not the cause, and knew little about the origins of ancient martial arts.
Subsequently, all Phoenix Warriors were fitted with specially made super-alloy shackles. This new metal, developed by the Pharaoh, possessed unparalleled strength; even a martial saint could not break free of these shackles. Simultaneously, the Pharaoh also developed an instrument capable of sensing the true qi of ancient martial arts, thus ensuring the imprisonment of the Phoenix Warriors.
Ten years ago, after the Indian demonic monk Ananda took control of Phoenix Island, he stopped crippling the Phoenix Warriors' martial arts, because his Supreme Yang Formless Skill required women to harmonize its violent energy. During intercourse, ordinary women would be burned to death by his yang fire in no time; only Phoenix Warriors could endure it.
Of the eighteen Phoenix Warriors, Leng Aoshuang was his favorite. After she entered the Fallen Phoenix Prison, besides Ananda, probably only the Invincible Emperor Sheng Xingtian had been with her. Qinglong's memory of Leng Aoshuang was too deep. Perhaps it was because she was the most beautiful of the eighteen Phoenix Warriors, perhaps it was because he had fought with her and witnessed her capture and humiliation in the icy snow, or perhaps it was because Leng Aoshuang had seriously injured him, making it even more unforgettable. The eighteen
imprisoned Phoenix Warriors were divided into three ranks, with Leng Aoshuang exclusively controlled by Ananda. Divine Phoenix Tang Lingyun, Wei Qin, and fledgling Phoenix Dongfang Ning rarely left the Fallen Phoenix Prison; only demonic sect masters of the Six Star Lord level or above had the opportunity to rape them. The other Phoenix Warriors were taken out of the Fallen Phoenix Prison several times a week for the demonic sect members to humiliate. However, in Qinglong's view, Tang, Wei, and Dongfang might not have had it any easier than the other Phoenix Warriors. Although they were raped less often, the two Divine Phoenix-level warriors endured more torture than the others. Moreover, the three of them were Ananda's primary targets for venting his frustrations.
Qinglong remembered once reporting an emergency to Ananda at Luofeng Prison, when he heard Wei Qin's cries of pain.
Qinglong found it very strange; he was present when Wei Qin was tortured on the island. No matter what kind of torture was used, she silently endured it without making a sound. Even when an electrified metal rod was inserted into her vagina, the huge current impacting her most tender vagina, causing her to faint, she didn't cry out.
Qinglong looked on curiously and saw Wei Qin suspended in the air with her limbs spread apart, Ananda's thick, arm-like penis pressing between her legs. The huge penis was dark red, like a red-hot iron rod. Qinglong didn't know how long the penis inserted into her body was, only that the part outside was much longer than a normal penis.
Wei Qin's hands and feet were bound by iron chains. At first, Qinglong thought she was suspended in the air by these chains, but upon closer inspection, the chains weren't taut; they hung down in a crescent shape, indicating that her limbs had some room to stretch. This meant her body was supported only by Ananda's penis, which was too large to penetrate, leaving her suspended in mid-air—a form of torture reminiscent of the ancient wooden donkey torture inflicted on women.
Suspended in the air, Wei Qin's body was a sickly red, and large beads of sweat poured from her, soaking a large puddle on the ground. Qinglong dared not look any longer, listening to Wei Qin's cries outside the door for two whole hours, from her initial screams to painful groans, and finally to intermittent moans—it was enough to give Qinglong a rash.
In the early days of the Demonic Cult, the Phoenix Warriors captured were subjected to the most brutal tortures, starting with rape, whipping, and branding. This evolved into more extreme forms of torture specifically for women, such as riding the wooden donkey, confinement, sealing the vulva, and even breast mutilation. Once the Demonic Cult realized the Phoenix Warriors' ability to boost morale, the torture became much more civilized, generally preventing irreversible damage to their bodies.
Ananda was responsible for interrogating the Phoenix Warriors, but he gradually lost faith. He knew that those who could endure intercourse with him had reached the limit of suffering. His Supreme Yang Formless Skill made his penis hotter than a branding iron, and the invisible, violent true energy stimulated their nerves. Almost every Phoenix Warrior fainted multiple times during their first intercourse; no torture could be more unbearable.
After torture became ineffective, Ananda focused on psychological methods to instill despair in the Phoenix Warriors and break down their psychological defenses, but with little success. More than half a year ago, Ananda had a sudden inspiration and impregnated a Phoenix Warrior named Jian Pingrou. To prevent her from developing an aversion to the child, he specially obtained sperm from a certain hospital and used artificial insemination. Whether it would be effective remained to be seen until the child was born.
In the past twenty years, one Phoenix Warrior defected, two suffered mental breakdowns, three died from torture, and five others died from various serious illnesses caused by long-term humiliation.
Of the remaining eighteen Phoenix Warriors, the one who has been imprisoned the longest is named Shi Qingrong, who has been imprisoned for sixteen years. From a twenty-three-year-old girl in the prime of her life to a woman nearing forty with a full head of white hair, sixteen years of hellish life would not have been enough to withstand even the most indestructible body, but she still endured it. Even more strangely, she had been ravaged by thousands of men. While her figure couldn't compare to that of a young girl, it surpassed that of her peers. Her appearance was somewhat weathered, but her full head of silver hair added a unique charm. Many members of the Demonic Cult were particularly fond of mature women like her, so she was taken away from Fallen Phoenix Prison as many times as the twenty-year-old Phoenix Warriors.
Qinglong was always incredibly puzzled by these Phoenix Warriors. He could understand their ability to endure all kinds of torture and endless rape, but what was strange was that they never gave up their pursuit of life. All the Phoenix Warriors were constantly cultivating in silence.
Because they had practiced ancient martial arts, the Phoenix Warriors' physical fitness was a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary people, giving them the means to endure the hardships of hellish life. The Demonic Cult also paid great attention to their physical care, providing them with good food, daily grooming, and regular physical examinations.
Ananda was always strict with his subordinates. To date, Qinglong had only raped ten of them. If Qinglong insisted, he could have any of the Phoenix Warriors except for Leng Aoshuang. However, on the one hand, Qinglong didn't want to appear too lecherous in front of Ananda; on the other hand, raping Phoenix Warriors wasn't as pleasurable as he imagined. Generally, newly captured Phoenix Warriors would show some facial expression during their first three months of rape—pain, disgust, contempt, or hatred—and would also exhibit some body language, such as resistance, twisting, or dodging. But after three months, almost all of them would be expressionless, their bodies stiff as stones. Newly captured Phoenix Warriors, without the use of aphrodisiacs, could still produce a physiological response when their genitals were played with, gradually becoming aroused. But after three months, no matter how much stimulation they received, it was rare to elicit any vaginal lubrication.
Qinglong had sought out several experts in training sex slaves because he had tried it; ordinary women, after being trained by them, sometimes only needed a gesture to produce vaginal lubrication. After half a month of tormenting a warrior named You Xiaorui, the only thing the trainer could do was restore her to her initial state—her facial expressions and vaginal lubrication. However, when she was dragged outside and faced with the ferocious members of the Demonic Cult, her expressions and reactions remained largely unchanged.
Only the most potent aphrodisiac, concocted by the Holy Hand Demon, could ignite their lust and produce expressions and physical responses that would ecstasy men. But the Demonic Cult's experts disliked using aphrodisiacs, as it made conquest feel unreal. The Holy Hand Demon also said that excessive use of this aphrodisiac had significant side effects, particularly causing body deformation. Therefore, when they were raped by the Demonic Cult members, lubricants were mostly used to protect their vaginas from excessive damage.
Qinglong continued walking, still heading towards Luofeng Prison. On the way, he thought of Jian Pingrou, the pregnant Phoenix Warrior. He had slept with her once when she was three or four months pregnant. She had a pretty strong reaction that time. Although she didn't say anything, Qinglong still felt that she was deliberately protecting the little life in her womb. Now she was about to give birth. He wondered what it would be like to have sex with her.

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