[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 28

Chapter One: A Bloodstained

Night . The night was shrouded in dark clouds, thick and heavy, obscuring the moonlight.

A fierce wind howled, dust filled the air, and Qinglong City faced its first sandstorm of the year.

As the saying goes, a dark and windy night is a night for murder!

Such nights always carried a chilling sense of danger, a mysterious atmosphere permeating the air.

On this night, three figures moved like ghosts through the swirling sandstorm. The overwhelming sandstorm parted automatically when it encountered them, leaving not a speck of dust on their bodies.

In the villa of Tu Kuang, the underground king of Qinglong City, only a few candles lit the luxurious living room, making the vast space dimly lit. Most eerily, the candlelight emitted a ghostly, hellish glow.

Listening to the howling wind outside, a chilling atmosphere filled the living room.

Tu Kuang sat on the sofa, scrutinizing the three figures completely shrouded in black robes opposite Tu Yao, his brow furrowed. Clearly, he was very uncomfortable there.

"Dad, why don't you go back to your room and rest?"

Tu Yao said softly.

Tu Kuang had wanted to stay and build rapport with these guys from the Dark Church, but after sitting for a full hour, these three hadn't uttered a single word, which made Tu Kuang quite bored. He didn't want to leave first, but Tu Yao, sensing his mood, gave him a way out.

"Oh, then I'll leave first. You stay with your teachers. If you need anything, just tell the servants."

Tu Kuang stood up and said, smiling at the three strange guys before turning and heading up the stairs.

Shortly after Tu Kuang left, the one sitting in the middle of the three strange guys spoke in a hoarse, grating voice: "Is the information they gave us true?"

Tu Yao said, "Teacher Mora, how could I dare lie to you? I told you the truth, without any exaggeration, because I was hiding nearby and saw it with my own eyes."

"They killed two Holy Knights so easily?"

Mora asked again.

Tu Yao nodded and said, "Yes, those two Holy Knights were named Brown and Clark. I intended to approach them tonight to strike, but I didn't expect..."

"Oh... Brown and Clark? These two Holy Knights are among the best of the new generation. I've heard of them,"

said a black-robed man beside Mora.

"Was that a True Martial Artist or a Cultivator?"

Mora asked.

"He seemed to be a demon,"

Tu Yao said, recalling the scene she had spied on earlier, seemingly uncertain.

"A demon? Weren't the demons of the Eastern Continent suppressed by True Martial Artists and Cultivators? How come they've suddenly become so arrogant?"

another black-robed man said.

Tu Yao hesitated for a moment and said, "In fact, Qinglong City hasn't been peaceful lately."

"Hmm... In any case, the guy who killed the Holy Knights should be our friend,"

Mora said with a strange laugh .

"It's a pity we don't know what kind of being he is. If we could really become friends, perhaps we would gain a great help and regain the strength to attack the World of Light,"

the black-robed man said.

"A friend?"

Tu Yao shuddered inwardly, recalling the man's terrifying strength and ruthless methods.

"By the way, where's Juliet? That Holy Court knight?"

Mora suddenly asked.

Tu Yao replied, "She's probably still waiting for her companions in her hotel room. She probably doesn't know her companions have perished. I've already placed spies at every station and airport in Qinglong City, but there's still no news of her leaving."

A man in black robes cackled, saying, "Looks like we have another dinner to enjoy. Juliet, an outstanding female knight... I really want to taste her, to thoroughly defile the Holy Court that represents light!"

Mora said, "Tu Yao, do you know that Holy Court knights are the best living test subjects? Only with the reference of light can absolute darkness be found."

"To thank you for your hospitality, we'll give you Juliet's body,"

a man in black robes said.

In the past, Tu Yao would never have given up any opportunity to increase her strength, but now, for some reason, this witch with blood on her hands felt somewhat guilty in Qinglong City.

Her intuition told her that Qinglong City was a bottomless vortex, lurking countless unpredictable dangers in its impenetrable darkness.

Meanwhile, outside Tu Yao's house, in the pitch-black night, a horrific massacre was quietly unfolding.

Under Lanling's command, Fatty Long and Beatrice split into two groups. Fatty Long, carrying the order to kill, began systematically clearing out the various Wolf Gang branches he had previously scouted.

Beatrice, led by Lanling, stealthily entered Tu Kuang's house.

This night was destined to be stained red with blood; the era of chaos had begun…

When an explosion occurred somewhere in Qinglong City, and flames engulfed the sky, a cold smile appeared on Lanling's lips. It seemed Fatty Long's first battle had succeeded.

"Let's begin!"

Lanling waved his hand sharply.

A bloodthirsty light shone in Beatrice's eyes. For so long, she had endured repression, especially after becoming Lanling's slave, her heart filled with bitterness and pent-up resentment with no outlet.

Now, Lanling had created an opportunity for her. The thought of tasting fresh blood and the impending carnage made Beatrice tremble with excitement. "I hope

tonight is a grand spectacle, attracting people from all sides..." Lanling muttered to himself.

The killing began!

Under Lanling's orders, Beatrice made no attempt to conceal her presence.

When the sentries saw several beautiful women suddenly appear in Tu Kuang's mansion, these desperados didn't think of anything else; they were first aroused by the sexy, voluptuous Western woman.

When the first sentry to approach her was drained of his blood and torn apart by Beatrice, the crimson blood and his companion's screams greatly excited the others.

Bullets rained down, the clattering sounds not only waking the entire house but also shocking Qinglong City in the night.

Tu Yao and Mora from the Dark Church, who were talking in the living room, were startled by the gunfire. Tu Kuang rushed downstairs, his face filled with horror as he looked outside.

Not just in Qinglong City, but throughout the entire Tianlong Kingdom, and even the entire continent, very few dared to provoke him.

But recently, he had encountered one opposition after another: first, his small business was sabotaged, then his major deal with the Snow Wolf Gang was destroyed, and now someone had brazenly broken into his home…

Old Li followed behind Tu Kuang, listening to the gunfire and the increasingly loud screams outside. His once hunched body straightened, his thin frame seemingly inflated, becoming much more robust, and a strange light shone in his cloudy eyes.

“Such a strong vampire aura…”

Mora murmured, a ferocious and terrifying expression on his wrinkled face.

To outsiders, vampires and the Dark Church are both considered dark creatures, but this is not actually the case.

Since the emergence of vampires, the Dark Church has repeatedly tried to recruit them, making them members of the Dark Church. However, the vampires are arrogant and domineering, completely ignoring the Dark Church, and their formidable strength has caused the Dark Church considerable headaches. Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin physical sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

When the True Warriors, cultivators, and the Holy Court united to seal the vampires, the Dark Church not only did not help but also secretly sabotaged them.

Therefore, in terms of hatred, the enmity between the vampire race and the Dark Church even surpasses the hatred between them and other races.

"They've actually delivered themselves to our doorstep..."

the black-robed man beside Mora said with a strange laugh.

Their purpose in coming here was the same as that of the Holy See of Light: to plunder a single treasure from the vast treasure trove belonging to Beatrice and her brother. They had been devising a plan for finding it, but now it seemed within their grasp, which truly excited Mora and the others.

"Dad, you go upstairs first. Leave the outside to us. Old Li, protect my dad,"

Tu Yao said.

Tu Kuang nodded, saying fiercely, "Whoever comes, kill them all!" A

chilling killing intent flashed in Tu Yao's eyes, but she smiled sweetly and said, "Dad, all you'll see are corpses. I won't let them get away with causing trouble in our house!"

Tu Kuang nodded, turned, and went upstairs, with Old Li silently following behind.

"Teacher, I'll have to leave things to you now..."

Tu Yao said sweetly.

Mora and the others laughed heartily, turned, and walked out of the living room.

The situation outside was beyond tragic; it was a veritable hell on earth. Having suppressed her emotions for so long, Beatrice unleashed her fury on all the creatures in the area. Crimson blood stained her beautiful face, and her fleshy wings unfurled, snatching living people into the air, turning them into corpses and tossing them back to the ground.

Mora and the other two priests approached the villa, staring at Beatrice hovering in the distance. A black mist clouded their eyes, and a dense, serpentine aura emanated from them, filling the air with a chilling killing intent.

Intricate incantations were chanted, and cracks appeared in the smooth concrete floor. Pale, white hand bones emerged from the ground, followed by skeletons that bared their fangs and claws, lunging at Beatrice.

Among the skeletons were animal remains, including those of birds of prey, flapping their bony wings and attacking Beatrice with incredible speed.

Such attacks were completely foreign to Beatrice.

Since her awakening, she had never had contact with anyone from the Dark Church. So, when she saw the skeletons approaching, her heart clenched instinctively, and she felt a surge of fear.

Mora and the others chanted louder and louder, the black mist swirling around them coalescing into gigantic skulls, constantly forming and gathering. Finally, in the instant Mora suddenly spread his arms, they roared towards Beatrice.

Beatrice felt as if the entire space had frozen instantly; her movements visibly froze, her wings flapping with extreme difficulty, and her flight altitude gradually decreased.

"Come forth, my children, avenge your fallen comrades..."

Mora shouted, waving his arms.

Before him, space violently distorted, and then a dark spatial portal appeared. From within the portal, nearly a hundred tall, ferocious werewolves howled and surged forth, brandishing their sharp claws as they lunged at Beatrice, eager to tear her to shreds.

Tu Yao said with delight, "Teacher is so thoughtful, even wearing the Hell Gate Ring. If I had known this, I wouldn't have worried."

Mora turned his head and nodded smugly, saying, "The werewolves prepared in the Virtual Hell are all werewolf warrior level. So many werewolf warriors can tear a vampire duke to pieces, let alone this little vampire count."

Tu Yao said with a smile, "Teacher, you said that this vampire is going to be given to me for live experiments. What if he gets torn to pieces?"

Mora chuckled, "Vampire counts are not so easily torn to pieces! Their bodies are strong and quite resilient. Before I issue the order to kill, these werewolves know their limits."

Lan Ling, hidden in the shadows, sized up Mora's group. These people, like Tu Yao, all had the aura of demons, but these three were much stronger than Tu Yao.

Looking at the skeletons and wolf warriors on the ground, Lanling's lips curled into a cold smile. So those three guys were the force behind Tu Yao, a force he'd never encountered before. Tsk tsk… this murky water was about to become even more turbid.

Under the ferocious attacks of the wolf warriors, Beatrice was finding it increasingly difficult. Her claws only managed to leave gashes and spurts of blood, but these attacks were nothing to the wolves. To kill them, there was only one way: tear out their hearts or blow their skulls apart.

However, precisely because of this, the wolf warriors were extremely adept at defending their vital points while attacking. Beatrice was exhausted, her vision blurred, and she had only managed to kill fewer than ten wolf warriors. Those wolf warriors splattered with the blood of their comrades became even more ferocious, their attacks incredibly sharp.

Seeing Beatrice's counterattacks weakening, Mora revealed a sinister smile. It seemed this mission was easier than expected.

Little did they know, they were like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. They thought themselves winners, but they were merely tools in Lanling's eyes.

When Beatrice screamed in agony as a werewolf ripped a deep gash in one of her wings, Lanling moved…

A powerful wave of zombie energy swept in like a tidal wave. Two werewolf warriors were powerless against the zombie energy, silently disappearing into its corrosive form, their blood and life force merely adding a touch of red to the aura.

Especially the misty skeletons released by Mora, were utterly powerless against the zombie energy, silently merging and vanishing.

These wizards of the Dark Church practiced necromancy, but they never expected to encounter the ancestor of all undead—the zombie!

The Dark Church's necromancy was based on undead energy, which, to put it bluntly, was corpse energy.

The origins of necromancy and the energy source of zombies are similar, but their levels are worlds apart. From any perspective, these so-called necromancers are far inferior to Lanling.

Even if their energy is powerful, who has ever seen a powerful rabbit kill a tiger?

Lanling is their nemesis, that's beyond question!

When the zombie aura swept in, Mora and the others immediately widened their eyes, their previous smug smiles freezing on their faces. Looking at the storm-like red energy before them, they instinctively felt guilty.

For Tu Yao, this wasn't the first time she had seen zombie aura. When she saw this powerful energy again, the nightmare rooted in her heart quickly spread through her mind. Those terrifying scenes floated into her mind, making her instantly break out in a cold sweat.

"He's here...it's him."

Tu Yao muttered softly, her face pale.

"Who is it?"

Mora asked urgently.

"It's the guy who killed the Holy Knight, Teacher..."

Tu Yao said quickly.

Mora waved his hand, interrupting Tu Yao, and after a moment's thought, decided to test this guy's strength. Of course, this decision was based on his blind confidence in his own strength; overestimating their own strength would only lead to death!

"Let's attack simultaneously!"

Mora whispered.

The other two priests nodded. In their view, no matter how strong their opponents were, even if they were no match for them, they could still defend themselves. To quickly defeat and kill the three of them together would be difficult even for the president of the Dark Church or the Holy Emperor of the Holy Court.

However, they overlooked the fact that sometimes strength is relative, not absolute.

Lanling, who had received a series of good fortunes, was not as strong as Jiang Chen and Di Jiang, but since the two were already top-tier experts, it was natural for them to be weaker. However, against the three priests of the Dark Church, Lanling was an absolutely terrifyingly powerful being.

With a strange, piercing whistle from Mora, the three priests acted simultaneously, chanting a bizarre incantation with the same rhythm and similar cadence in three different languages. Instantly, the entire manor was filled with the aura of death.

Lanling watched the priests' chanting as if watching a clown performance. The instant the aura of death appeared, Lanling easily determined their level and abilities. He simply wanted to see what tricks these three were up to.

Thick black mist, like clusters of clouds, condensed and enveloped Lanling with a strong aura of death. At the same time, the three priests all shared the same thought: to leave themselves an opportunity to escape, ready to flee at any moment.

"Is that all..."

Lanling sneered. "Besides True Martial Artists, the demons and monsters in this world are really pathetic..."

Lanling opened his mouth as if yawning, and a faint zombie aura shot out, instantly spreading and expanding at an extremely fast speed.

The edges of the cloud-like black mist were tinged with a faint red, the black and red contrasting to create an eerie scene.

Priest Mora's eyes widened in shock. In that instant, he suddenly felt his energy being irresistibly bound, a terrifying feeling of being controlled in someone's palm washing over him.

Within the entire Dark Church, Mora was undoubtedly one of the best; otherwise, he wouldn't have considered himself the leader of the priests. Yet, even so, he was utterly powerless against Lanling. This was partly because zombie energy was of a higher level than demonic energy, but it also highlighted the terrifying gap between the Dark Priest and Lanling.

Not far away, Tu Yao stared in horror. This witch, who treated life as worthless, was experiencing fear repeatedly.

In fact, when Mora initially offered to intervene, she had already witnessed Lanling's terrifying power and was deeply impressed by it. When Mora first attacked, she herself was uncertain of her chances, but she hadn't expected things to turn out this badly. Her teacher—one of the top experts in the Dark Church—had only managed to hold out for such a short time against this terrifying figure of unknown origin.

As a witch, she was naturally very familiar with dark magic. When she saw Mora and the others' faces shrouded in a layer of black mist, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively took a step back, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at Lanling.

Lanling gradually increased the concentration of zombie aura, carefully controlling the process. He didn't want to kill Mora and the others just like that. Given his current situation, he should focus on developing his strength to the fullest extent. These people who practiced dark magic were perfect to become his corpse slaves...

A new era was bound to come, and the birth of this era depended on Lanling's single thought!

In this world, although Lanling wasn't the strongest, he knew how to use Jiang Chen's protection. Whatever Jiang Chen's motives were, it didn't matter. What mattered was that Lanling understood Jiang Chen wouldn't attack him until he achieved his goal.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to create chaos in the world and gain as much power as possible was the best plan Lanling had come up with these past few days.

The game between cat and mouse was bound to end. Lanling had no more patience to watch these clowns' performance; he had more important things to do.

Lanling let out a long sigh, the green light in his eyes instantly intensifying. His two deep eyes resembled suddenly ignited green flames, and the zombie aura around him became even more crimson and thick, like a thick red cocoon enveloping Lanling. Countless blood-red whirlwinds swept across the ground, dust filled the air, and a chilling atmosphere permeated the air, making it hard to breathe.

Under this immense pressure, Tu Yao's retreating steps could no longer move an inch, and even breathing became difficult for Mora and the other priests of the Dark Church. They knew they had miscalculated; the sudden appearance of a terrifying opponent had placed them in a hopeless predicament.

Despair appeared in the eyes of these usually arrogant priests; for the first time, they felt the same way those who had died at their hands faced death.

Boom!

The crimson cocoon suddenly burst open, revealing Lanling in the center, like a celestial demon god. He reached out with a single, effortless gesture, as if casually picking up a water glass. His hand was initially deathly pale, devoid of any color. As the arm extended eerily, the surrounding zombie aura gathered, coalescing into a gigantic hand that slowly moved forward…

Ah…

With a cry of alarm, Mora watched helplessly as his companion was grabbed by that strange, enormous hand and slowly moved towards the demon god.

With another scream, he saw the terrifying demon god flick his finger, creating a finger-sized hole in his companion's chest. Bright red blood gushed from the hole like a fountain, entering the demon god's open mouth. Just as his companion was about to wither and die, a drop of golden blood shot from the demon god's fingertip into the hole. Instantly, the blood stopped gushing, and the hole seemed to vanish.

Lanling tossed the priest aside, a sinister smile playing on her lips. She turned to the others, who were paralyzed and whose mental defenses had crumbled, and slowly extended her hand again…

Chapter Two: Corpse Slaves Everywhere.

In a short time, Lanling had easily gained three powerful corpse slaves for herself.

Looking at the three Dark Church priests lying unconscious on the ground, receiving the baptism of zombie blood, Lanling's body flashed before Tu Yao in a red glow, smiling as she sized up the now deathly pale Tu Yao.

"No… don't kill me…"

Those who enjoy killing are not necessarily unafraid of death; on the contrary, nine out of ten bloodthirsty individuals are more afraid of death than anything else.

When Tu Yao used those vibrant lives for live experiments, watching them slowly wither in her dark magic experiments, she never realized the preciousness of life. But when she faced death, realizing that she too would be destroyed like those dead, the fear hidden deep within her suddenly erupted, becoming somewhat hysterical.

"No! Don't kill me!"

When Tu Yao's repeated pleas for mercy failed to elicit any response from Lan Ling, she screamed frantically, her eyes filled with terrified pleas.

Lan Ling watched Tu Yao with great interest. This alluring woman before him aroused his intense interest. He could clearly sense the coldness of Tu Yao's blood; her ruthless nature made her cold-bloodedness the most potent form of Yin energy, the kind of nourishment most appealing to zombies.

Lan Ling turned to look at Beatrice in mid-air, a cold glint in his eyes as he looked towards the villa: "Belitrice, I allow you to let go and experience the thrill of killing, and I also allow you to develop a few offspring..."

Beatrice let out a shrill cry of joy, unfurling her fleshy wings, her beautiful face flashing with a frenzied desire, and pounced like lightning towards the other survivors retreating towards the villa.

Following Beatrice's voice, Juliet followed. This former Holy Knight had long since lost her faith in the light, becoming Beatrice's loyal descendant. Watching her mercilessly slaughter the manor guards was a profound irony.

Listening to the screams, Tu Yao might have worried about her father before, but her inherently cold-blooded nature made her disregard family ties. If she could live, she was willing to give everything; for her, nothing was more important than life.

"Please, spare me… I… I'm not your enemy,"

Tu Yao pleaded, realizing the situation was dire.

Lanling laughed, saying, "Enemy? If you can only kill enemies, is it possible to enjoy the thrill of slaughter?"

"Spare me, I… I can give everything…"

Tu Yao tried to make her eyes alluring. She remembered seeing this terrifying man seduce Juliet in the bar; perhaps he was a lecherous man. If so, she was quite confident in her looks.

"A woman who knows what's good for her, hmm...not bad, I like it."

Lanling chuckled, his eyes lingering on Tu Yao's curvaceous body.

Tu Yao strained to push up her already high and full breasts, making them look like they were about to burst out of her clothes. Her eyes, filled with barely concealed fear, dared not leave Lanling's face, afraid of missing any change in his expression.

"Are you a virgin?"

Lanling laughed lewdly, saying, "If you are a virgin, perhaps I will be 'sexually interested' in you."

Tu Yao felt a surge of joy, her hope burning fiercely. She slightly raised her high breasts, causing them to ripple alluringly, and said in a trembling voice, "I...I am a virgin, you...you can check..."

"Haha, lovely woman, you are so suited to be a zombie. The coldness of your blood is comparable to that of a zombie."

Lanling laughed heartily, his laughter filled with disdain and the arrogance of a ruler. He slowly reached out, and when his cold hand brushed across Tu Yao's beautiful cheek, Tu Yao's soul trembled involuntarily.

Not bad!

She was a virgin, a genuine virgin.

This pampered daughter of an underground emperor, a genius of black magic, and the undisputed leader among the young members of the Dark Church, had always been aloof and looked down upon men. For years, she had never encountered a man she was willing to offer her body to. Even the high priests of the Dark Church could not touch this beauty favored by the cult leader, even against her will.

Tu Yao understood her beauty perfectly; her body was only meant for the strong. In her view, a woman's body was her greatest asset, worth sacrificing only to gain the greatest benefit.

But now, with the shadow of death looming over her, facing this terrifyingly powerful demon god, if her body could buy her survival, she would not feel wronged or ashamed. Instead, she would feel grateful for her past decision to uphold her chastity and for her profound understanding of the value of women.

Screams and blood stained the ground, casting an eerie and sinister shadow over the inky night. Tu Yao, whose skin was originally fair, grew even paler with terror, her complexion glowing with an unsettling light in the darkness.

She belonged to the darkness; her training in black magic allowed her to blend perfectly into this sinister atmosphere. Standing before Lan Ling, she tried to enhance her allure, appearing like a seductive demon from hell, dangerous yet incredibly alluring.

Her figure was so sexy, her blood exuding a captivating, chilling aura. Lan Ling surveyed the surroundings and laughed wickedly…

“I’ll give you a chance. Death or immortality is up to you…”

Lan Ling said wickedly.

With a wave of his hand, the zombie aura binding Tu Yao instantly dissipated, and Tu Yao, who had been struggling to move, felt lighter, taking a few deep breaths.

Tu Yao dared not delay for a moment. The demon god who controlled her life could reap it at any time. Just as Lan Ling had said, Tu Yao understood that she possessed the hope of survival, but whether she could actually hold onto it was uncertain; everything depended on herself.

Tu Yao was inexperienced with men, but not unfamiliar with them. In the dark church, a place rife with evil, anything happened every day. Having been exposed to it all, Tu Yao believed that there was no man worthy of her pleasure, yet there was no man she couldn't please.

Tu Yao tried her best to calm herself, suppressing her fear deep within, even forgetting about her father whose fate was unknown. She had to relax, because only relaxation could soften her stiff body from fear, and only softness could perfectly express all the seductive techniques she knew.

Lan Ling's hands hung down, a playful smile playing on his lips as he watched Tu Yao with a mocking expression, awaiting a sensual pleasure.

Tu Yao slowly approached Lan Ling. As she deliberately displayed her feminine charm, the previously hidden coldness vanished instantly. At this moment, she was no less alluring than any beauty in the world.

Tu Yao strolled seemingly gently, but with each movement, she deliberately concentrated the swaying of her breasts in front of her chest, causing her already high and elastic breasts to tremble slightly. For the first time, she felt that not wearing a bra was actually a very good habit…

She tried her best to recall the various lewd scenes she had seen before, imagining the men and women in those scenes as herself and Lan Ling, striving to make her body boil.

Hmm…

Tu Yao walked up to Lan Ling, tilting her head back and gazing at him with seductive eyes. Her slightly rosy lips parted slightly, emitting a soft moan, and the fragrance of orchids condensed into a light mist that wafted onto Lan Ling's face.

Her hand seemed to casually brush against her chest, where the two slightly protruding nipples stood erect, extremely noticeable under the thin clothing.

She was young, her body full of vitality and allure. Tu Yao wanted to do everything she could to let Lan Ling see this. Since she had chosen to offer her body to the Demon God, she was determined to become the Demon God's beloved. When the Dark Church's strength was clearly inferior to Lanling's, the ever-cunning Tu Yao would never let go of this opportunity to switch sides and enjoy power.

Unfortunately, Lanling was completely unmoved by Tu Yao's various temptations.

Having already experienced the allure of a Heavenly Demon, Tu Yao's clumsy actions no longer aroused Lanling's interest. In fact, compared to her, he found Tu Yao's behavior clumsy and laughable.

Everything in the world, no matter how beautiful, is afraid of comparison. And when it comes to women, how can the people of the world compare to the innate charm of a Heavenly Demon?

Rather than such affectation, it's much more satisfying to be straightforward. Lanling, who had no shortage of women, had long passed the stage of perfunctory flattery. He now preferred an absolute, dominant takeover, a wanton plunder!

"You used to masturbate a lot, didn't you?"

Lanling smiled and said.

Immersed in her own self-created world of fantasies, Tu Yao felt as if struck by a heavy hammer. Her flushed face instantly turned pale, and her delicate body trembled violently. Under Lan Ling's clear, uninteresting gaze, filled only with disdain, she couldn't control the intense feeling of inferiority that welled up within her. Her usual confidence crumbled like a soap bubble.

"So quickly immersed in your own fantasy world, ha, what else could it be but frequent masturbation? Of course, that's assuming you're really a virgin,"

Lan Ling laughed arrogantly.

Tu Yao bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, her body trembling at Lan Ling's laughter. She hadn't succeeded; instead, her confidence had been shattered. Did that mean her hope for survival was lost?

"Your life is in my hands. If you want to live, you must satisfy me. Do you understand?"

Lanling stared at Tu Yao, speaking coldly, the green light in his eyes burning once more.

Tu Yao nodded forcefully, then lowered her head. On this edge of life and death, she didn't even dare to look Lanling in the eye.

Lanling was once again satisfied with Tu Yao's pragmatism, chuckling softly, and said, "Then you must be prepared to be a dog!"

"This is hardly a romantic place. Stop your clumsy performance. If you want to become my pet, I don't mind finding a more seductive woman to teach you some techniques. Right now, you can't arouse my lust. Relax your body, my slave, accept your master's demands!"

Lanling said coldly.

With that, Lanling waved his hand, and Tu Yao rose into the air, hovering in front of him.

Tu Yao tightly closed her eyes, not daring to move an inch. Her movements were clumsy; since that was the case, it was better to move less...

Lanling looked at Tu Yao, a cold smile playing on his lips, his hand gently grasping and kneading Tu Yao's breasts, the kneading force gradually increasing.

In Lanling's magically powerful hands, Tu Yao felt her breasts swell and her body slowly heat up... Indeed, the feeling of being ravaged was far better than any fantasy.

Imagining herself being toyed with like a demonic storm, Tu Yao felt no sorrow or shame like an ordinary woman; instead, a twisted anticipation and perverse pleasure arose deep within her.

Within this beautiful body lay the heart of a demon, meaning she would become the demon's best accomplice. *

Whoosh...*

The single layer of clothing ripped open with a piercing sound, instantly exposing half of Tu Yao's shoulder. Her breasts, unbound by a bra, trembled violently under the force, her erect nipples peeking out from the tattered fabric.

Just as Lanling had said, it seemed the pleasure derived from seduction was far less than the domineering possession; at least, for a woman like Tu Yao, the current act was far more exhilarating.

In an instant, Tu Yao remained naked, suspended in mid-air, her body trembling with fear and the chilly night wind.

Looking at Tu Yao's curvaceous figure, her high, round breasts trembling with her movements, and her flat, toned abdomen, Lan Ling let out a long sigh, a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen and spreading throughout his body.

Especially when Lan Ling's gaze fell upon Tu Yao's white, hairless lower body, resembling a fragrant, tempting bun, Lan Ling couldn't help but widen his eyes. Humans call such women "white tigers," and it's said that having intercourse with such a woman brings bad luck. But Lan Ling knew that such a woman was definitely a superior tonic for him. Although not as pure yin as a woman, she was far superior to ordinary women.

With a subconscious gasp from Tu Yao, Lan Ling roughly pulled Tu Yao's sexy body into his arms, then twisted her body so her back was facing him, his hands wrapping around her body and forcefully kneading her two high, full breasts.

In Tu Yao's memory, sex was always the man's first act of foreplay, followed by the woman's feigned resistance, a mix of ambiguity and excitement. But she wasn't experiencing that now. Although the demon god's cruelty and ruthlessness were etched into her heart, she hadn't expected him to maintain this style in such matters.

Enduring the excruciating pain of her chest being almost crushed, Tu Yao hadn't even had time to adjust when she felt a hot, hard object slide across her buttocks from behind. Her body was forced to bend over under the control of a pair of large hands. Then, a tearing pain spread throughout her body, causing her to spasm uncontrollably, her muscles instantly stiffening, and she couldn't help but gasp.

If she hadn't been aroused by fantasies while trying to seduce Lan Ling, making her lower body slightly wet, the pain might have been doubled, perhaps even causing her to faint instantly.

Lanling stood behind Tu Yao, controlling her position with both hands. His lower body entered Tu Yao's body fully, the instantaneous physical pleasure and the release of the manic emotions infected by the previous killings making him breathe heavily with pleasure.

Enjoying the muscle contractions of Tu Yao due to pain, the feeling like a small mouth sucking, Lanling secretly praised in his heart, this little white tiger's taste was truly wonderful. In terms of physical pleasure alone, even if it couldn't compare to the little fox, it wouldn't be much inferior. *

Smack*...

The phrase "pitying the beauty" could never be used to describe Lanling.

Without any buffer, the first time was deep penetration, his firm lower abdomen colliding with Tu Yao's full, round buttocks, producing a crisp sound of flesh hitting flesh. With this sound, Tu Yao's body trembled violently, blood flowing from her lower body, leaving scarlet bloodstains on her beautiful, hairless forbidden zone.

Tu Yao endured all of this, her hands tightly gripping her jade legs, her ten fingers digging deeply into the muscles.

Even though the pain was unbearable, she, tormented by the intense agony, firmly remembered that only by enduring and pleasing this demon could she survive. What did a brief period of pain matter as long as she could live?

Tu Yao's only hope now was that this torment would end quickly, and she hoped that the accounts in the books about a virgin's first time weren't lies—that it really was pain first, followed by wonderful sensations. If that were true, then the pain would be temporary.

With this thought in mind, Tu Yao tentatively moved her body while enduring the pain, partly to please Lan Ling, and partly hoping to adapt quickly and get rid of the pain sooner.

Lan Ling fully enjoyed this strange stimulation. In truth, only at this moment did the depression caused by his previous bad luck truly find its complete release.

Hmm…

Tu Yao tried her best to engage and reciprocate. Gradually, she discovered that when she was fully engaged, her body began to generate strange sensations. This strange tingling and itching aroused a strong desire in her. Previously, she had been afraid of Lan Ling's powerful thrusts, but now she began to look forward to them.

"Ah...let me die...torture me like this...quickly..."

Tu Yao was drenched in sweat, which splashed everywhere with her messy, swaying hair. She began to speak incoherently and passionately.

"Want to die? Ha...come on..."

Lan Ling laughed breathlessly, his hands squeezing and kneading Tu Yao's full breasts even harder, his lower body thrusting even more violently. Under his merciless conquest, those once tempting "little buns" were now red and swollen. The intense pleasure numbed Tu Yao's senses; she only craved more violent thrusting...

The bloody night was filled with the passionate colors of spring, making the night sky eerie.

Tu Yao groaned passionately, her voice sometimes even hoarse. Her soul had long been pierced to the heavens by the huge thing that had penetrated her body. She had even forgotten the desire for life. Her reason was chaotic, blinded by desire. Like all harlots who loved sexual pleasure, she had nothing but the intense stimulation of her senses.

When Lanling suddenly withdrew his body from hers, Tu Yao's voice abruptly stopped. Her tense body instantly relaxed, and she turned to look at Lanling in surprise, her watery eyes filled with longing. Her round buttocks pressed back forcefully, searching for that wonderful thing that could bring her to heaven.

Lanling chuckled, twisting Tu Yao's body, parting her legs, and thrusting his massive, gleaming member between them. The member disappeared again into Tu Yao's swollen, mysterious area.

In an instant, Tu Yao, like a child who had finally gotten her candy, let out a pleasurable moan. Her legs quickly wrapped around Lanling's body, her hands gripping his shoulders, her head tilted back, her full buttocks rubbing against him forcefully.

Cold-blooded, with a lustful heart deep down, this woman was still a virgin… A satisfied smile appeared on Lanling's lips. After his luck changed, he was truly blessed with good fortune.

Lanling cupped Tuyao's beautiful back in his hands, thrusting and conquering her with all his might. Tuyao's wanton cries were the most beautiful music of the night.

Gradually, Tuyao's moans subsided, and her body swayed weaker and weaker.

At this moment, Lanling felt his lower body swell even more, and a strong pleasure surged through his body. Lanling let out a long breath, his zombie energy surging wildly, and he thrust even harder, his eyes burning with a green flame. As expected,

the virginity of the "Little White Tiger" was a great tonic. As Lanling frantically extracted Tuyao's virginity, he felt invigorated, his energy much stronger than before.

If he didn't want to keep this "Little White Tiger" and couldn't bear to let her soul fly away, Lanling would have loved to suck her dry.

Having lost a significant amount of vital energy, Tu Yao's face was deathly pale, her body trembling violently, and her eyes dull and lifeless. At that moment, Lan Ling's sharp fingertip pierced Tu Yao's chest, guiding a drop of crimson blood into his mouth. Immediately, a drop of golden zombie blood appeared on Lan Ling's fingertip, flashing into the wound on Tu Yao's chest, instantly erasing it.

Tu Yao stopped trembling, and a rosy hue gradually returned to her body. Moments later, she fell into a deep sleep, collapsing onto Lan Ling like a limp rag.

Suddenly!

Boom…

A loud explosion came from the direction of the villa. Lan Ling felt a powerful energy fluctuation and his expression changed. Was there such a powerful expert in this villa?

Lan Ling looked down at Tu Yao, who was slumped on top of him, and made a hand seal, summoning the Divine Tomb Cauldron. Ever since he witnessed the immense space within the Divine Tomb Cauldron, he saw it not only as a mysterious magical artifact but also as a spatial treasure for cultivators. Temporarily placing the unconscious Tu Yao and the other three dark priests inside was perfectly appropriate.

Calculating the time, the fat dragons' separate attacks should have alerted the other hidden experts in Azure Dragon City. Only the final step remained in the plan: the villa had to be cleared immediately, no matter what.

With these thoughts forming, Lanling, enveloped in zombie aura, moved towards the villa with lightning speed.

Inside the villa, Beatrice stared in horror at the gaunt old man before her, even forgetting the wounds he had just inflicted on her. Blood dripping from his fleshy wings reminded Beatrice that this unassuming old man was a formidable opponent.

Tu Kuang, his eyes filled with fear, huddled in a corner, a large-caliber pistol trembling in his hand. As a powerful figure in the underworld, he had witnessed countless battles and killings to reach his current position, and he had never felt fear before. But today was different. Previous battles were not based on fairness—not on strength, but on the fact that both sides were at least human. Unlike today, he was facing a powerful non-human being.

Recalling the terrifying scene where the large-caliber pistol had only managed to make the winged, alluring woman stagger, without even leaving a scratch, Tu Kuang began to rejoice at how wise it had been to keep Old Li by his side all these years.

Looking at the bodyguards' corpses lying scattered on the ground, Tu Kuang began to worry about Tu Yao's safety. It seemed that this terrifying woman's ability to break into the villa meant that his only precious daughter was likely in grave danger.

He couldn't imagine whether Old Li could handle her if she managed to break through the three dark priests' defenses.

A crimson light began to flicker in Beatrice's eyes. Her once clear, beautiful eyes were now veiled in blood, making her look incredibly eerie.

Beatrice suddenly spread her fleshy wings, letting out a sharp, long howl. As the howl rang out, the wounds on her wings healed rapidly, and two sharp fangs emerged from her red lips as she ferociously lunged at Old Li.

Sensing the powerful energy impact, the gaunt Old Li let out a muffled groan, staggered back two steps, then straightened his back and raised his head, seemingly becoming much more robust in an instant. Milky-white true martial energy circulated around his body, coalescing into the shape of a fierce tiger. The tiger formed from true martial energy grew increasingly clear and realistic, baring its fangs and claws, meeting Beatrice head-on without flinching.

Boom!

Beatrice was blasted away again, crashing heavily into the wall. The wounds that had just healed burst open once more…

Beatrice stared in horror at Old Li slowly approaching. She couldn't believe how her strength had fallen so low.

Back in the Western Continent, the only ones who could deal with her were those annoying Holy Knights. But since arriving in the Eastern Continent, she was first inexplicably severely injured, her brother was killed, and then she was ravaged and tortured by a shameless man. Finally, she had a chance to vent her anger, only to be defeated by this unremarkable old man.

It's no wonder that Beatrice felt this way; in a way, she had simply inherited Lanling's bad luck, even worse than Lanling during his period of misfortune. More importantly, even during his period of weakness and misfortune, Lanling always cleverly used various methods, carefully seeking opportunities. In contrast, Beatrice was far too arrogant, completely unaware of the ancient Eastern Continent proverb, "There are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people."

Of course, this was the fundamental reason why she was defeated by Lanling.

Old Li had been with the Tu family for many years without ever lifting a finger. But today, facing Beatrice, after his first attack, he seemed like a completely different person. Not only was his spirit high, but his attack power also gradually increased, as if he hadn't used his energy for years and was now familiarizing himself with the way energy circulated again.

Undoubtedly, Beatrice was no match for Old Li. As Old Li approached her, Beatrice began to yearn for Lanling's appearance. It was an unconscious instinct. Originally, she thought she was just suppressing her hatred and feigning compliance for survival, but now it seemed that was merely self-comfort. Lanling had long become her pillar of support, an indispensable presence.

"Vampire, die!"

After three steps of buildup, the attack was about to erupt. As the ferocious tiger phantom formed from true martial power above Old Li's head pounced on Beatrice, a sudden gale swept through the spacious living room, obscuring all of Beatrice's escape routes. In this situation, she had no chance of resistance. Watching Beatrice about to perish under his true martial power, a crazed light flashed in Old Li's eyes.

Crash!

The scene Old Li and Tu Kuang had anticipated did not occur. Beatrice was still Beatrice, still as beautiful as ever. Although the wounds on her wings were still bleeding and less than perfect, it was far better than the shattered pieces they had imagined.

Beatrice was unharmed, but the entire living room was devastated. In the loud bang, all the glass in the villa, including the windows, shattered.

Lanling stood smiling beside Beatrice, his large hand stroking her head as if petting a pet. Beatrice, always fiercely proud, offered no resistance. On the contrary, she felt a secret delight as Lanling touched her.

Did she still have any self-respect?

Perhaps… she had long since lost it!

Everything was just a fabricated excuse for her shame, a way to deceive herself. After the recent crisis, Beatrice understood a principle: it wasn't shameful to submit to fate; whether one could be at peace with oneself was entirely up to them. Having already chosen to submit, why did she constantly find reasons to justify herself, only to be met with Lanling's cold mockery and utter lack of tenderness? Beatrice felt incredibly foolish…

Leaning against Lanling, letting him stroke her head, Beatrice, having fully awakened to the truth, finally embraced her role and found her own happiness—the happiness of an absolutely loyal and submissive female slave.

Just after Lanling entered the villa and casually used his zombie aura to neutralize Old Li's true martial power, Lanling looked at Old Li in surprise. Just who was this old guy? Based on Lanling's speculation, although Old Li's level of true martial power was not as good as Su Jianghe's, it was not far behind.

Old Li's original goal was to quickly eliminate Bilis and escape through the secret passage with Tu Kuang. However, he hadn't expected the so-called Dark Priest to be so incompetent, failing to buy him any time to escape.

If Lanling told him that during that time, Lanling had not only already defeated his opponent but also fought with his young lady, Old Li would understand how drastically wrong his assessment of his opponent had been.

Lanling stared at Old Li, but his mind wasn't entirely on him.

In an instant, he sensed countless energy fluctuations in Qinglong City. It seemed that Fatty Dragon had successfully completed his mission.

A cold smile appeared on Lanling's lips, making Old Li's heart tremble. He was also furious at Lanling's contempt, but unfortunately, he could only be angry and dared not make any rash moves.

"A True Martial Artist?"

Lanling said with a smile.

"Knowing this, why don't you run! Otherwise, I will surely blast you to death!"

Old Li straightened his back, trying to maximize his True Martial Power, preparing for a thunderous strike.

"I don't yet have any slaves of True Martial Warriors. You are honored; you will be the first..."

Lanling's smile turned sinister, his eyes flashing with green light, almost leaping out of their sockets and setting people ablaze.

Old Li was about to speak. Regardless of his confidence, he couldn't afford to lose in a verbal exchange. Being able to say a few more words would give him precious time to accumulate True Martial Power.

Unfortunately, just as he finished speaking, before his mouth even opened, a red light enveloped him. A massive energy attacked his body from all directions without warning. Even more horrifying was that this energy was not only powerful but also extremely corrosive, penetrating everywhere and utterly vicious.

Lanling gave Old Li no chance. Not content with the full-force attack of the zombie aura, he then unleashed the "Candied Hawthorn." The pure energy absorbed from the Holy Knight hadn't completely dissipated, so the Candied Hawthorn didn't need to absorb any energy; it attacked directly under Lanling's will.

A despicable opponent, strange energy, a strange magic weapon... all these strangenesses foreshadowed Old Li's fate.

He was never a match for Lanling at this moment, and if they were to fight head-on, he would soon be defeated as well. Now, he had no chance to fight, focusing solely on accumulating stronger True Martial Power, but the process of accumulating True Martial Power became his fatal weakness.

One exchange! Just one exchange!

Old Xin's hastily constructed True Martial Power defense layer was corroded by the zombie aura, creating a loophole. Then, the candied hawthorn shamelessly attacked the opening. This uninterrupted, abnormal attack, maintaining a certain energy intensity, directly resulted in Old Li eating a string of candied hawthorns, crashing into the wall, collapsing to the ground, barely breathing.

At the moment of Old Li's defeat, Tu Kuang, hiding behind him, slumped to the ground in despair, his large-caliber pistol falling to the ground with a bang…

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