The Legend of Condor Heroes 12

This day, this night, was a full moon night.

The gilded signboard of the old Guo Jing residence, "The Holy Fire Temple of the Thirteen Protectors,"
shone brightly amidst the surrounding lanterns and torches. The abundance of lanterns and torches should have indicated a bustling atmosphere, but the streets were deserted.

A deserted street should be quiet, with the lonely cries of stray dogs and night watchmen.

But this street was incomprehensible, utterly noisy.

The noise originated from the residence.

The noise wasn't composed of language or tone.

The noise came from the rapid breathing and confused moans of countless men.

"Mi~xu sane da~~nan mo nan sha he~~~"

"Ma mei ma mei hong~ma mei~hong~a he a he~"

A chilling chant. The courtyard of the residence, neither large nor small, was a comfortable and elegant place

if the master and his servants were reciting poetry and making merry . 　　The chanting was like a sob, its highs and lows varied wildly, making one want to tear their heart out. One 　　could even feel their bones grinding involuntarily, matching the chanting's intonation. 　　A blood-red cloak shrouded a figure—a woman's figure, the chanter. 　　The courtyard was packed with people: renowned masters like Lu Youjiao and Wu Santong, along with a throng of beggars and martial artists . It was incredibly crowded. 　　This group shared several commonalities. 　　No matter how famous their masters, they were currently unable to unleash even a fraction of their power, weaker than ordinary people. The reason for this weakness, besides being suppressed by the "Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder," was their 　　extreme hunger. Anyone who hadn't eaten for seven days, only consuming dubious drugs, would lack strength. 　　Secondly, they were all self-proclaimed righteous individuals. 　　Thirdly, this group was entirely male. 　　Fourthly, in the cold wind, this group was completely naked. 　　The last commonality was that their manhoods were all erect, engorged, and throbbing with blood. 　　The woman reciting the poem, looking up to the sky, let out a sharp, piercing cry, demonstrating her profound skill. 　　Before the righteous men were laid out plump, robust roasted duck, sweet-sauce fatty chicken, Beijing-style pork leg, and dragon's saliva tofu, among other delicacies. 　　At the very front was a large stage, a thousand times more magnificent than any ordinary opera troupe's makeshift stage. The stage floor was covered with thick silk, smooth, soft, and warm, stuffed with freshly burned charcoal ash; even barefoot on the stage floor, one could feel a warmth rising from the toes. 　　Around the stage, a thousand torches formed a backdrop on three sides, illuminating the viewing platform brightly and warmly. 　　On such a stage, even completely naked, one would not feel cold. 　　Therefore, the current Emperor, on the stage, was completely naked. 　　Minister Wang, beside the Emperor, was completely naked. 　　First Lady, also completely naked except for a feather fan in her hand, which she waved in a strange manner. 　　Taotie Gong, the world's number one chef, was dressed in thick clothing, but his hands were also busy. Whenever a dish in front of the righteous people cooled down, he would immediately take it back and reheat it, keeping it piping hot and enticingly fragrant. 　　The Emperor smiled, looking smugly at the woman in the red cloak, beneath which lay a completely naked body. 　　Even the most lewd Lord Wang, First Lady, who dared to devour Taotie Gong's cooking, and the cold and sinister Taotie Gong himself , dared not look at this woman. 　　A beautiful face, a graceful figure, delicate skin, and snow-white complexion are timeless requirements for beauty. Women in the Central Plains, past and present, whether beautiful or ugly, will always have a percentage, a fraction, that meets these criteria. 　　If a woman completely lacks even the slightest of these qualities, she is considered a rare exception. 　　Such a bizarre sight is far from pleasing to the eye. 　　If she were still naked, many men would feel an urge to gouge out their own eyes. 　　Chu Keren, the "Female Bodhisattva," is such a woman. 　　The enormous Chu Keren has only one eye; the other was gouged out in a battle. 　　Her face is covered with black spots of varying sizes, marks left by poisoned hidden weapons. 　　Her mouth consists only of the upper lip; her teeth are golden and crooked, a patchwork of teeth barely salvaged by a divine physician after a near-death experience. 　　And for any potential attack opportunities, her teeth have been modified—not four, but eight golden canines, three times the length of normal canines, sharp and protruding beyond her lips. 　　She is called a Female Bodhisattva because she has a belly like that of Maitreya Buddha, the result of arduous training in "invulnerability." While techniques like the Golden Bell Cover, Iron Shirt, and Horizontal Training result in tough skin and flesh, the Female Bodhisattva's "Soft Cushion Heart Sutra" creates a thick layer of soft fat. 　　This doesn't even include her scale-like back, toad-like neck, or blackened hands from practicing poison. 　　Looking at the symbols of womanhood alone, breasts? Absolutely none, a result of practicing strange demonic arts. 　　Her genitals? The female bodhisattva's lower body, long since scarred from raping too many men, had become a terrifyingly loose, gaping hole, and by some extraordinary gift, her pubic hair was like a steel brush. 　　The chanting female bodhisattva, sweating profusely, her three plump orbs swaying with her limbs, was having intercourse with a man in a woman-on-top position. 　　The man's genitals were bleeding from being scratched by the strange, stiff hair, his cheeks bruised and swollen from being slapped by the fat hands, yet he remained silent, only thrusting harder and harder amidst the humiliation. 　　With each thrust, the female bodhisattva's face was filled with pleasure; as the penis withdrew, the female bodhisattva would slap the man hard across the face. 　　Firstly, she gracefully waved her fan, her body trembling slightly, and said to Lord Wang, " Who is the man being raped by Chu Keren? To be able to do this, he's truly a man of steel!" 　　Lord Wang replied, "This man is a Mongol, Yelü Qi. Several of the Emperor's most favored concubines are related to him. He's Huang Rong's son-in-law, Yelü Yan's brother, and the husband of Miss Guo Fu. I heard he was also the secret lover of Wanyan Ping, a noblewoman from the Jin Dynasty. He's living a life of pleasure, surrounded by beauties !"

Yelü Qi, who had endured the humiliation without uttering a sound, though imprisoned, still had excellent hearing. He roared, "You dog!
Watch your mouth!"

Lord Wang glanced at Yelü Qi contemptuously: "First Young Master, now you know why the Emperor chose him as
the protagonist of the sacrificial dance, right? He's connected to the four most popular beauties, and his mouth is always foul.
As a slave, he's dull and inflexible. He deserves it!"

First Beauty smiled and waved her fan: "Indeed, indeed. As the saying goes, 'Stealing the celestial chicken, divine retribution for the jade bamboo shoot!'"

Lord Wang frowned: "What celestial chicken and jade bamboo shoot?"

First Beauty smiled: "The women His Majesty uses exclusively, not imperial concubines or concubines. Since they are promiscuous prostitutes
, His Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and these four beauties are naturally celestial chickens. If they accidentally ate the celestial chicken, then it's their own fault
that the bamboo shoot was peeled by Chu Keren!"

Lord Wang said, "So..." "Is the divine punishment referring to Chu Keren?"

The First Prince nodded elegantly: "Of course, isn't she a female Bodhisattva?"

Lord Wang sighed: "Yes, alright, then how strong of aphrodisiac did you use?"

The First Prince looked puzzled: "Aphrodisiac? What aphrodisiac?"

Lord Wang was surprised: "Yelü Qi! If it weren't for ten times the aphrodisiac, how could anyone in the world be able to swallow this female Bodhisattva
?!"

The First Prince was also surprised: "I didn't use any aphrodisiac on him, I thought it was you, you fatso, who used it!"

A few steps away, the female Bodhisattva Chu Keren, hoarsely moaned: "Oh~ baby, it feels so good to be penetrated! Let me tell
you, this honest strong man is doing it willingly!"

Lord Wang shouted: "You damned hag! Talk nonsense!"

The female Bodhisattva flicked her left palm, using the move "Single Palm Turns into Pear Blossom" from the "Absolutely Unnecessary Ultimate Technique," and a spiked
iron rod stood upright in her palm.

The iron rod was shaped like a baby's clenched fist. The female bodhisattva leered, "If you don't serve me well, Wanyan Ping, Yelü Yan
, and Guo Fu will be waiting to have their way with this iron rod!"

After speaking, the female bodhisattva gave Lord Wang a flirtatious wink. Lord Wang shivered. 　　The First Prince shook his head, "True feelings and true nature, as the saying goes, the weather is getting cold..." Suddenly, the gluttonous prince, sweating profusely

, 　　interrupted, "First Prince, I don't want to hear your impromptu poem!" 　　Lord Wang was also startled when he heard "the weather is getting cold," and said with a forced smile, "First Prince, the ceremony is about to begin, please don't spoil everyone's enjoyment, okay?" 　　The First Prince sighed, "Mortals, how can they know the beauty in books? Enough! Enough!" 　　The female bodhisattva chanted for a while, then opened her one eye, "Welcome the Emperor for ten thousand years! The Four Heavenly Immortals have descended to the mortal world!" Her voice was impassioned and high-pitched, trembling. 　　A pair of life-size terracotta statues were carried out of the hall. They were nude figures, a man and a woman, incredibly lifelike, with realistic muscle lines and delicate features. The male statue had an erect penis, while the female statue had delicate breasts and a vaginal opening for penetration. 　　Lord Wang clapped his hands twice, and the female bodhisattva's chanting rose and fell in a melodious rhythm. With a graceful wave of her hand, her ten fingers moved rhythmically, and the strings of the guzheng before her began to play. Suddenly, a beautiful woman appeared on the altar and began to dance gracefully! 　　The assembled heroes below, their erect penises throbbing, stirred with murmurs. Someone who recognized the woman on the altar suddenly shouted , "Madam Lu, the mistress of the Lu Manor!" 　　The alluring woman on the altar was none other than Cheng Yaojia, who had secretly submitted to the court and become one of Lord Wang's Nine Protectors. 　　Cheng Yaojia, clad in a thin veil, her exquisite curves faintly visible in the firelight, clearly revealing that she wore nothing underneath . Her full breasts and waist swayed with her dance, her smooth body occasionally glimpsed, showcasing her figure flawlessly. 　　Her long hair and deep black eyes, combined with her seductive poses, alluringly scanned the crowd, casting a fervent gaze upon the man who had just called her name. 　　With a wide, split-legged sit, Cheng Yaojia bent over, slowly lowering her head. The already low-cut neckline slid down, revealing a cleavage and half a breast. Many of the heroes below stared wide-eyed. She turned and stood up, her back to the crowd , her ample hips swaying gently, exuding allure. 　　As she swayed, her eyes shifted from the heroes to the male statue, occasionally glancing back, then bending forward again , her breasts swaying back and forth. Cheng Yaojia placed her slender hands on her full buttocks, occasionally arching her back forward, as if she were having sex with a man. 　　The audience below gasped, their breathing heavy. 　　Cheng Yaojia crossed her hands, grasping the shoulders of her sheer dress, pulling the wide neckline even wider, and gently pulling it down to reveal her fragrant shoulders and a slight cleavage. Then, her fingers loosened, lightly brushing across her breasts and through her hair to the music. 　　A disappointed sigh escaped from the audience. 　　Cheng Yaojia swayed slightly, her breasts seemingly about to burst out, then bent down, hooked the hem of her sheer dress, and tore it open forcefully, revealing a pair of fair legs with alluring lines. 　　She stood up, thrusting her breasts forward, squeezing her two mounds, and slowly pulled down the sheer neckline , revealing two ruby-like nipples. With a few twists and turns, the sheer dress fell to the ground. She continued to sway her body, her breasts bobbing and flying, her dark pubic hair exposed. 　　A commotion arose below the altar, and many people crowded towards it. These supposedly righteous and aloof men had never witnessed such a tempting sight, especially with a renownedly beautiful woman as the object. Moreover, their penises, aroused by aphrodisiacs, were erect. Besides the crowd below the altar, many began to rub their own penises. 　　Slowly, Cheng Yaojia moved closer to the male statue. She gently touched the statue's thighs and phallus with her knees and toes, pressing her body against its chest. Her slender fingers occasionally brushed against the realistic scrotum, and she glanced back at the assembled heroes with seductive eyes. 　　While observing the crowd's reactions, Cheng Yaojia gently stroked the phallus with her right hand, her eyes burning with desire! Suddenly, Cheng Yaojia guided the tip of the statue's phallus into her soft mouth, taking it in and licking it up and down several times. Her pink tongue circled the enormous shaft, her eyes constantly fixed on the assembled heroes, filled with irresistible allure. 　　Finally, several people rushed onto the altar. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the man in black stood between Cheng Yaojia and the men who had rushed onto the altar. Those who had rushed onto the altar could not cross the line.

Lord Wang laughed and shouted, "Heroes, want to vent? Then worship the goddess properly!"

The female statue was naked, legs spread wide, seated on a lotus throne. A
red and yellow robe, clearly a Buddhist cassock, was sculpted around her waist. A dot on her forehead, one hand in a delicate gesture, the other holding a jade
vase, and she wore a Buddhist hat. Apart from the naked female body and obscene genitalia, she was a perfect female Buddha statue.

The face of this female Buddha statue was clearly and realistically defined, a lifelike portrayal of Huang Rong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect!

Behind the black-clad bodyguards, the alluring Cheng Yaojia, after a series of sucking and swallowing motions on the statue's phallus, slowly climbed
onto it. She brushed her firm nipples against the phallus, shoulders, thighs, and back to its chest. Her hands
clasped around the statue's neck, her vulva aligned with the hard, massive root, and she slowly lowered her body, touching
the tip of the phallus.

Several Central Plains heroes, witnessing this scene, felt their lust intensify but could not find release. They heard Lord Wang coldly say, "
Serve your goddess well; only sincerity can move Heaven, and perhaps she will personally descend to bestow her grace."

At this moment, Cheng Yaojia stretched out her naked body, placing her entire weight on the statue's erect phallus.
Slowly, the thick phallus was gradually swallowed.

At this moment, Cheng Yaojia groaned loudly, a lewd sound unheard of by the righteous people. It seemed that every
inch of penetration brought her greater pleasure, trembling, and spasms. With her eyes closed, she gradually lowered her body towards the penis, then slowly
withdrew, before forcefully plunging down completely. With a soft "plop," her vulva opened wide, almost deformed, swallowing the entire
shaft.

Several Central Plains heroes, seeing this, could not contain their lust. They surrounded the naked Buddha statue resembling Huang Rong, their hands
roaming over the breasts, kissing the statue's mouth, their penises pressing against it.

The chanting of the female bodhisattva, the dark delicacies of the gluttonous lord, the prayers of Lord Wang, and the first graceful,
crimson zither music elevated the entire ceremony to an even more bizarre level.

Before long, more and more heroes surged onto the altar, and some began to try inserting their penises into the Buddha statue's genitals.
Some, impatient, even forced their penises into the Buddha's open mouth and anus. The righteous
were thus drawn into a lewd ritual.

II. Worship – Previous Chapter

The four major powers in the capital, after suffering heavy losses in their open and covert struggles, were no longer evenly matched. The Wanshelou, the Fuxing Gongzi, and Taotie Gong, originally intended to seize Lord Wang's power before
the Thirteen Protectors were lost and the Central Plains heroes were severely injured and out of control. 　　Unexpectedly, all the leaders and followers of Wanshelou below the fourth leader were annihilated by Twelve Maruzo alone. The Wanshelou experts not only gained no advantage but were actually the most severely damaged of the four powers. 　　The young master with the compound surname and his elite henchmen, including Taotie Gong, were all killed by the new Grand Protector—a mysterious masked man in black—during their attack on Lord Wang's residence. Coupled with attacks from unknown assailants and internal conflicts among the three major factions, none of them gained any advantage. 　　Lord Wang's own power was also in dire straits; the Central Plains heroes, under his control, were merely a group of useless individuals trapped in lust, constantly at risk of backlash. 　　The "Eight Bright Ones" were wiped out by Huang Rong, Yang Guo, A Lang, and Qiu Qianren; the thirteen Grand Protectors of the "Five Dark Ones" were killed by A Lang ; the Twelve Maru-zoku disappeared; the personal guard and assassination squad were assassinated by unknown forces; and even Fang Shiyi was inexplicably beheaded in his sleep, only to be devoured by a mysterious masked figure. 　　With the Emperor's incognito tour, Lord Wang, leveraging his remaining strength, presented several exceptionally beautiful and rare female warriors from the palace—all among the most beautiful women in the martial arts world—thus gaining supreme power over the three major forces. 　　Of course, he also possessed some trump cards he didn't easily use. 　　The beauties he presented, considered "among the most beautiful in the martial arts world," paled in comparison to Gongsun Lü'e, Yelü Yan, Wanyan Ping, and even the captivating beauties Lord Wang had always believed to be the real deal, such as "Guo Fu" and "Huang Rong. 　　" Gongsun Lü'e's charming cuteness, Yelü Yan's bold and wild nature, Wanyan Ping's gentle and lovely nature, "Guo Fu's" stunning beauty, and "Huang Rong's" unparalleled mature allure were all inferior. 　　Aside from the First Young Master lending Gongsun Lü'e to set up a trap , these beauties had all recently been offered to the Emperor's favor, becoming his intimate companions, allowing him to indulge in his debauchery and demand their beautiful bodies. 　　What reassured Lord Wang somewhat, besides the powerful support of the Black-Clad Protectors, was that the Emperor now trusted him implicitly, and he had unified the four major powers. 　　Of course, the price was high, but he was now truly second only to the Emperor, even the popular and despised Prime Minister Jia was nothing more than that… 　　Thinking of this, Lord Wang couldn't help but chuckle with satisfaction. 　　Of course, Huang Rong and Guo Fu, who were training and gathering troops, were fortunate enough to use their wits to avoid countless acts of humiliation. Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo took their place in this humiliation. But the other delicate young women were not so lucky, remaining imprisoned in this depraved world. 　　If there was any remaining luck, it was that Li Mochou (Huang Rong's double), Hong Lingbo (Guo Fu's double) , Gongsun Lü'e, Wanyan Ping, and Yelü Yan were all rare beauties. Because they were rare, only the emperor, Lord Wang , and a few other lucky individuals had the opportunity to freely enjoy these beautiful bodies without falling into the clutches of the vicious soldiers and their cronies. 　　The clash of masters and the imbalance of power, with the heroes and assassins under each faction turning Xiangyang upside down, brought the struggle between the four major powers to a temporary end. The fact 　　that the four major powers jointly elected Lord Wang as their leader was not necessarily a happy thing. 　　If, in today's struggle between the four major powers, the first and second-in-command of each power had died, that would have been something to celebrate. The remnants of defeated armies would have been easy to gather and reorganize, and their combined strength would have been more useful than subduing the martial arts practitioners imprisoned . 　　Unfortunately, those who deserved to die didn't. 　　Those who should have lived, however, did not. 　　There was that gluttonous eunuch, more difficult to guard against than the three imperial chefs of fire, knife, and flavor. There was 　　that stale, nauseatingly literary young master, who compared himself to a top scholar, and who was the first to slip away in the "Beauty Trap" incident. 　　And then there was the most deserving of death, the goddess of the Ten Thousand Colors Pavilion, Chu Keren.

None of them died. These damned bastards, not a single one of them died, and they even came to negotiate, feigning allegiance.

With a clang, Lord Wang, suddenly filled with joy and then anger, slammed his wine cup to the ground, cursing, "Allegiance?! A
bunch of heartless bastards! You'd actually obey my orders? Bah! Don't think I'm a pig just because I'm fat! I'm
as cunning as a monkey!"

Besides these leaders, the behavior of those alluring harlots was also a headache.

Aphrodisiacs and lustful drugs were originally a secret of the palace, and their quantity was extremely limited. For the past few months, the heroes of the Central Plains,
Huang Rong, Guo Fu, Gongsun Lü'e, Yelü Yan, and Wanyan Ping had been using aphrodisiacs like food, which was already bad enough
.

But with the Emperor's arrival, the remaining aphrodisiacs were used for wild nights of passion, consumed in large quantities every night.

Fang Shiyi could still manage to produce some aphrodisiacs thanks to his status as the Medicine King, but he inexplicably died three days ago. An
iron rod pierced his chest and pinned him to the bed, leaving him with no chance of survival.

"Report!"

A servant rushed to Lord Wang's door, interrupting his thoughts.

Lord Wang frowned and asked, "What's the matter that's so urgent?"

The servant replied, "Huang Rong seems to have gone mad again .
She's been extremely violent, punching and kicking. If it weren't for your 'Muscle-Weakening Powder' that restrained her martial arts, we would probably be dead already."

Lord Wang exclaimed, "Outrageous! It's not even noon yet, and Huang Rong has already gone mad for the second time!"

The servant said, "Yes, one minute she says she's the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the wife of Guo Jing, and the next she says she's
Li Mochou, the Red Lotus Fairy, and she wants us to die one by one under her Five Poison Palm."

Lord Wang slammed his fist on the table. "Incomprehensible! Why would she go mad for no reason? His Majesty has been waiting for Huang Rong to serve him
for three days already. What will happen if he waits any longer!"

The servant bowed and stood trembling beside him.

Lord Wang paced back and forth, sometimes rubbing his stomach, sometimes gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

"Huang Rong has been acting crazy lately. One moment she's alluringly clinging to me, the next she's naked and attacking
me, claiming to be Li Mochou. She used to have one episode every three days, but now it's three episodes a day
. Could it be she's taken too much aphrodisiac? That little brat Guo Fu isn't much better, calling herself 'Hong Ni Niang Bobo.'
Who's 'Hong Ni Niang Bobo'?! She's spouting nonsense! Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan are alright, but they're not without their problems either. If they're not
on their drugs, they'll start cursing and fighting back. While it might be fun to have sex with them, if they were to injure the Emperor one day, I,
Lord Wang, wouldn't just lose my official hat, I'd lose my head!"

After a long silence, a strange smile appeared on Lord Wang's lips. He muttered to himself, "Good, Chu Keren, Taotie Gong
, and Di Yi Pianpian, it's time for you to make your appearance."

Lord Wang's eyes lit up, and he said in a sinister tone, "Huang Rong, Guo Fu, Yelü Yan, Wanyan Ping
, and Zhu Ziliu, Wu Santong, and those self-proclaimed righteous people from the Beggar Clan who refuse to be taught, you'll have to taste those three
's punishment!"

"Summon the Nine Protectors!" Lord Wang roared.

"Yes!" The servants hurriedly left the room and rushed away!

Tonight, from this very night onward, Lord Wang would try to bring all the heroes of the Central Plains under his complete control, just like the mysterious masked figure
. Therefore, he arranged a sacrificial ceremony to worship the "Thirteen Sacred Fire Temples."

The presiding official of this ceremony was, of course, the current emperor.

The master of ceremonies, presiding over the ritual, was naturally Lord Wang.

The deputy master of ceremonies was the head of the compound-surnamed young masters, the First Young Master, the First Graceful One.

The Emperor yawned and said, "Gentlemen, may we begin?"

The First Graceful One smiled obsequiously, "You are the Emperor, your time is auspicious, Lord Wang, wouldn't you
agree..."

III. Ritual Worship

The female bodhisattva suddenly fell silent, then changed her tone and sang again in a high-pitched voice. It was different from the eerie chanting before; instead, it was a soft
, comforting prayer, each word carefully uttered.

As the bodhisattva chanted, the First Graceful One's zither music followed, creating a melody that soothed the entire body.

Lord Wang smiled sinisterly, winked at Cheng Yaojia, and Cheng Yaojia, her eyes sparkling, nodded.

Lord Wang clapped his hands: "Celestial sacrifice!"

On the altar, the naked Emperor, seated at the chief officiant, frowned and yawned.

The Tenth-Rank Official, standing beside the Emperor, observed his expression and said, "Your Majesty, the Ninth Protector is currently
performing the 'Welcoming the Buddha' dance. Just now, they performed 'Praying to Heaven' and 'Sacrifice.' 'Praying to Heaven' is
a dance performed when the Buddha statue first appears, requesting the celestial being to grant permission to descend and save all sentient beings."

The Emperor asked, "And what about the 'Sacrifice' dance?"

The Tenth-Rank Official respectfully replied, "The Ninth Protector, Cheng Yaojia, just now had intercourse with the Buddha statue, and the believers collectively offered
themselves to the female Buddha. This is a sacrifice. The best offerings must be made for the gods and Buddhas to bless us. Once the 'Welcoming the Buddha' ceremony is performed, the true
Buddha descends to the mortal realm to be with the mortals." " The immortals and celestial beings then officially appeared to bestow blessings upon all; this is all
part of the ceremony."

The Emperor suddenly smiled: "Taibao Cai, I've heard you have a nickname, 'Ten-Year Coffin,' because you often beat people until their flesh and blood are
mangled and they end up in coffins, then seal all their acupoints, practicing Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield, making you invulnerable to swords and spears, with
bones of copper and iron?"

Cai Shi Ten smiled obsequiously: "Your Majesty is wise; this is just a casual assessment from martial arts practitioners."

The Emperor suddenly grabbed the chair he was sitting on, and with a swift motion, slammed it down on Cai Shi Ten, the force causing him
to fall to the ground. "Iron Shirt, huh?!" The chair shattered upon impact.

The Emperor casually grabbed another chair and slammed it down on Cai Shi Ten again. This time, although Cai Shi Ten was prepared, seeing
the Emperor's furious expression, he dared not get up, enduring the Emperor's blow with his brute strength.

"Golden Bell Shield, huh?!" Boom!

"Invulnerable to swords and spears, huh?!" Boom! "Invulnerable to swords and spears, invulnerable to swords and spears, I'll beat you until you're invulnerable!
" The emperor unleashed a barrage of blows, his hands gradually weakening.

"Boom! You think you're made of steel, huh!" The emperor, caught up in the fight, slammed the chair sideways, smashing it into
the face of the tenth-ranked boy. Seeing the boy's cheek swollen and nose bleeding, he finally stopped with a cold laugh: "Ah, not made of steel? What
? You can't train your face?"

Anyone with even a little martial arts knowledge knows that no matter how much you train your external martial arts, you can't train your face, unless you're like a female bodhisattva.
Similarly, one would eat one's face until it was covered in fat, then inject it with special tree sap, which would barely be enough to block swords of lower power
.

The tenth one, respectfully and fearfully prostrating himself on the ground, pleaded, "Your Majesty, please calm down! Your Majesty's martial arts are unparalleled; no matter how tough your skin or
how strong your bones are, they are useless before Your Majesty." "Just say so when you call a woman out to do it!

What kind of 'Fu' or 'Lin' or 'Pu'? A celestial being, indeed! Pretending to be something you're not, I told you to come up with some new tricks to play with my women, and all I get to see this monstrosity this morning? Hurry up !" 　　A few steps away, Lord Wang, with a half-smile, twitched his fat cheeks, spread his hands, and a cloud of smoke billowed from the platform: "Celestial...offering...sacrifice..." 　　Cheng Yaojia, naked and rubbing against the statue, heard this, stood up, pulled the wet petals away from the statue's erect penis , and rolled over to stand in front of the black-clad bodyguard. Her eyes sparkled, a slight smile played on her lips, and her warm breath wafted onto the black-clad bodyguard's veiled face. 　　Slender fingers touched the black-clad bodyguard's masked face, lifting the veil from his chin to reveal his lips. Cheng Yaojia blinked seductively, her face pressed against the black-clad bodyguard's nose, rubbing it against his. She opened her cherry lips and tightly kissed his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, while her other hand guided his thick hand to her waist. 　　The black-clad bodyguard's hand slid down her neck to her breasts, pausing briefly before directly grasping and kneading one firm, soft breast. His other hand tightly embraced her waist, pressing against her soft body , their tongues entwining passionately. 　　The sight of her fragrant body in public intensified the swelling in the lower bodies of the heroes who were thrusting into the statue resembling Huang Rong. Even with only a hard, fake opening, they ignored the pain and thrust harder. 　　Cheng Yaojia pushed the black-clad bodyguard away, smiled lightly, tossed her long hair back, and squatted down in front of him. She unzipped his pants, revealing a hot, erect penis. 　　Right in front of the heroes, Cheng Yaojia opened her small mouth, extended her nimble tongue, grasped the penis, and licked the glans with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue swirled around the tip of the penis a few times, then gently stimulated the small opening on the glans with the tip of her tongue. The black-clad body trembled. Cheng Yaojia slowly took the glans into her mouth, sucking, licking, and nibbling at the thick, hot penis without reservation. 　　Suddenly, the burly thug in black stretched out his arm, grabbing Cheng Yaojia's arm. With a skillful twist, Cheng Yaojia, still sucking on his penis, was spun around in the air. Slightly surprised, she naturally hugged him tightly, pressing her naked body against him, ending up in a head-down position. 　　Upside down, Cheng Yaojia's breasts were pressed against his lower abdomen, her slender waist was tightly embraced by his broad chest, her peach-like buttocks spread wide, her knees draped over his shoulders, and her wet, pubic area covered in soft hair was directly touching his mouth. 　　Cheng Yaojia let out a soft moan, spreading her legs even wider as she continued to suck and lick his penis . He stood erect, licking her vulva. Cheng Yaojia, whose face was already flushed with desire, blushed even more deeply due to the arousal and her head-down position. 　　The black-clad bodyguard's lips tightly gripped Cheng Yaojia's petals, sucking and licking. His hot, thirsty tongue immediately followed, sucking and licking for a while before penetrating deep into the center of her petals, constantly thrusting and teasing. Cheng Yaojia was driven to moan uncontrollably, her groans filled with wanton lust. 　　Suddenly, his erect penis throbbed, pulsating violently, and a thick, white liquid squeezed into Cheng Yaojia's mouth. Her hands went limp, and Cheng Yaojia rolled over, kneeling on the ground, cupping the semen in her hands and spitting it into her palms. 　　She glanced seductively at the assembled heroes, then gently extended her tongue, teasing them with her alluring eyes as she licked the white liquid. Next, she put each of her five fingers into her mouth, sucking and swallowing the semen with passionate abandon until not a drop remained. 　　The smoke on the stage dissipated, and the blood-pumping heroes felt a surge of intense hunger as the irresistible aroma of delicious food wafted through the air . 　　With a surge of internal energy, Taotie Gong presented two long tables to the assembled heroes. Roast chicken, suckling pig, lobster, and abalone, diced and specially roasted, emitted an astonishing aroma, simmered in shark fin broth, and placed atop a thin, hard flatbread. 　　Even more remarkable were the two beautiful young women, Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan, kneeling naked , their legs spread wide, their buttocks raised high. Their private parts and anal buds were slightly open , their breasts swaying with each breath, making them even more alluring. 　　Taotie Gong flipped the flatbread over, and the broth seemed to adhere to their skin like glue, sealing Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan's private parts and anal buds. 　　The gluttonous chef chuckled and said, "High-grade shark fin, the gelatin dissolves in the soup, all the ingredients and the cake are combined into one, soft yet firm. If you want to eat it, you'll have to find a way to break it up!" 　　Yelü Qi, seeing this, flew into a rage and roared, "You're despicable!" Before he could finish speaking, the female bodhisattva suddenly thrust the iron pestle in her hand into Yelü Qi's anus. With her other hand, she flicked her fingers wildly, and Yelü Qi's semen gushed out, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted. His erect penis instantly shrank to the size of a silver needle. 　　First Lady and Lord Wang thought to themselves, "The female bodhisattva's 'Iron Pestle Grinded into an Embroidery Needle' technique—she absolutely doesn't need to use it—is indeed terrifying." 　　A burst of dazzling fireworks appeared, and an object dressed exactly like the female Buddha statue was slowly pushed out. It was naked, with the same beautiful figure and face. The difference was that it was a real person, incomparably beautiful and elegant— Huang Rong. 　　Of course, it was Li Mochou in disguise as Huang Rong. But to the assembled heroes and villains, she was the unmistakable leader of the Beggars' Sect, the witty, intelligent, and renowned Huang Yaoshi's daughter, Huang Rong. 　　The heroes stared, their Adam 　　's apples bobbing. Behind Huang Rong was a specially made iron frame, bound section by section, confining her to a position resembling a female Buddha statue used for rape . 　　Lord Wang loudly proclaimed, "The Emperor welcomes his guest into the tent, to favor the celestial beauty!" 　　The Emperor's lecherous eyes narrowed, his already erect penis standing tall. He laughed, "Very good, very good, a cult worthy of vigorous promotion," and then approached the immobile, naked Huang Rong.

The emperor swallowed hard, his hands tracing Huang Rong's body. His rough hands then began to knead
and

rub her breasts, deforming them. After a while, he reached between her legs, his hands moving from her smooth inner thighs
upwards to touch her vulva.

Huang Rong, in a daze, murmured, "Li... Mo... I am... Li."

His rough hands reached her genitals, and the emperor parted her tightly closed labia with his fingers, inserting his index and middle fingers into her wet,
moist opening. Huang Rong let out a soft cry. Hearing this, the emperor chuckled lewdly, raised his penis
, aimed it at her wet opening, and thrust it deep into her vulva!

Huang Rong obediently allowed the emperor to fondle her two plump, white breasts. With each thrust, she cried out in ecstasy, her body
writhing like a snake. The emperor, experienced in the ways of the Seventy-Two Palaces and Thirty-Six Courtyards, skillfully raped
Huang Rong. A deep thrust made her cry out in ecstasy, and a shallow withdrawal revealed her overflowing vulva, the sounds of their union echoing across
the altar.

The heroes, already devoid of reason, driven by hunger and intense lust, followed Lord Wang's instructions, taking turns vying
to insert their penises into Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan's vulva and anus, thrusting violently.

They used their penises to crush the specially made cakes, then
greedily licked the fragments scattered across the girls' bodies.

The gluttonous emperor continuously prepared pieces of the special cakes, while the heroes, raping Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan, frantically
scrambled for them.

"Eat the sacred cakes, and remember to drink some sacred wine!" Lord Wang shouted, and cups of wine were poured over Wanyan Ping and
Yelü Yan. The heroes picked them up, and several men licked and fondled them, their penises roaming freely over their bodies
.

But occasionally, their eyes would drift to the beautiful Huang Rong, greedily admiring the naked body of Guo Jing's wife.
In the heroes' eyes, Huang Rong was no longer the highly respected female strategist, but a seductive beauty.

Lord Wang saw this and smiled inwardly: "Finally, you all want to rape Huang Rong!"
With a clap of his hands, a young and beautiful girl with some of Huang Rong's charm walked naked towards the heroes. This

was Guo Fu, disguised as Hong Lingbo, a flower-like young woman in the heroes' eyes, Guo Fu.

The best substitute for Huang Rong.

With a cheer, the lustful heroes rushed towards Guo Fu, several hands vying to grab her precocious body.

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