[Wuxia] Sword's Hatred and Passion (Complete) - 20

Chapter 51 of Sword's Hatred and Passion: The Undying

Zhang Ruoshui thrust into Xiaodan's jade-like body hundreds of times, his penis showing no sign of slowing down. On the contrary, it became even thicker and harder due to the tight embrace and friction of Xiaodan's vagina. He placed Xiaodan's thighs on his shoulders, his hands tightly grasping Xiaodan's pert breasts, kneading them forcefully. Each powerful thrust plunged the entire length into her body.

The sounds of friction and the production of her vaginal fluids filled the air as he thrust in and out. His long-suppressed desire to possess Xiaodan's jade-like body was now fully unleashed on her. He thrust into the girl beneath him with abandon, occasionally biting Xiaodan's smooth, glistening calves with his lips, leaving rows of pink teeth marks on her white skin, while adjusting his position and even moving Xiaodan's body to match his different thrusting positions.

"Huff...ha...ah..."

Xiaodan gasped and moaned, her once fair body now flushed. Despite having no sexual desire, her body reacted naturally to intercourse, a fact that filled her with shame. Her body was experiencing pleasure from the defilement of her sworn enemy. A wave of weakness washed over her lower abdomen, her legs straightened, and she reached orgasm. At the same time, Zhang Ruoshui felt the walls of Xiaodan's vagina contracting rapidly, tightly squeezing and enveloping his large penis. A large amount of vaginal fluid overflowed. He felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

The sounds of friction, like "plop," mingled with the "slap slap" of his lower abdomen hitting Xiaodan's hips.

Then, with a powerful thrust, he ejaculated a large amount of semen deep into Xiaodan's uterus.

"Hahahaha..."

Zhang Ruoshui, beaming with triumph, lightly patted the bed and floated off Xiaodan, panting slightly. Xiaodan lay on the bed like a rag

doll, a white, cloudy liquid continuously oozing from between her legs, making a mess of the sheets. Zhang Ruoshui pulled the two women out from under the bed. Xiaodan struggled to lift her head and saw that it was Wasp and Red Scorpion. The two women were unconscious, naked, and their lower bodies were swollen and red, clearly having been raped not long ago.

"You...you villain, you even went after them..."

Xiaodan roared.

"Hehe, you've already slept with my mortal enemy, making your lover a cuckold, so why bother with these two? I wasn't in a hurry to sleep with them, but they were secretly watching me, so I had no choice but to sleep with them first. To be honest, I'm a man who values elegance, and I don't have many tricks up my sleeve in bed. However, one of my former disciples is a master in this art, and I've already instructed him to take good care of you. Anyway, with these two accompanying you to the Pleasure House to entertain customers, you won't feel lonely."

Zhang Ruoshui lewdly groped the two women's bodies.

You villain, you can be smug all you want. Sooner or later, I'll make you pay for this with interest, in blood. Until then, I have no choice but to submit to him. Brother, I'm sorry, I'm really not worthy of you. Perhaps our being together was a mistake from the start.

Feng Wutian chased the mysterious person who had thrown the Frost Hairpin for dozens of miles. Ahead, a cave appeared. The mysterious person leaped into the cave, and the Sword God, skilled and daring, followed. The cave was brightly lit, and more than ten people stood inside. Leading them was a richly dressed young man with a smug grin.

"Who are you? Why is Frost's hairpin in your hands?"

Feng Wutian asked in a deep voice.

The richly dressed young man sneered, "Who I am is none of your concern. Your wife is already in our hands. With just one order, she will die. Now it's up to you. If you submit to me and help me achieve my great goal, I'll consider releasing your wife and reuniting with you."

"Hmph, trying to use me? You? How do I know if Frost is truly in your hands?"

Feng Wutian said coldly.

"Alright, let me show you."

The young man clapped his hands, and several burly men escorted a woman in white out of the cave. Feng Wutian looked closely and saw that it was Ao Shuang. He was incredibly excited and said, "Shuang'er, you've really woken up!"

"Feng Lang, I just woke up recently. I came to the capital to find you, but they captured me."

Ao Shuang said, looking exhausted.

"They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Feng Wutian glared angrily at the young man, who was none other than Yi Long. Startled by the sword god's glare, Yi Long took two steps back.

"I'm fine, but they planted a Miao poison in me. If they activate it, I'll die from the gu poison piercing my heart."

Ao Shuang said sadly.

"Damn it! How dare you poison my beloved wife! How dare you!"

Feng Wutian glared at Yi Long.

Yi Long was panicked, but he was in a precarious situation and could only gamble on whether the other party cared more about his wife's life or death.

"I know you are the number one swordsman in the world, but no matter how high your martial arts are, you can't cure this poison. If you forcibly remove it for her, it will only cause her to die immediately from the poison. Even if you snatch her now, you can't save her,"

Yi Long shouted.

"What exactly do you want me to do? Speak..."

Feng Wutian was ultimately unwilling to risk his beloved wife's life.

"Alright... just listen carefully..."

Yi Long revealed a smug smile.

In the Demon King's Palace branch altar outside the capital, Zhang Xianzhong sat on the throne in the altar, quietly pondering something. The God of Death and the God of War stood on either side of him, and below were a group of experts from the Demon King's Palace.

A beam of red light descended from outside the altar, revealing another figure in the arena—Sword God Feng Wutian. He gazed at Zhang Xianzhong on the throne and sighed, "I never imagined you were the young master of the Demon King's Palace. Your previous rescue and assistance were all for your own use; I treated you like a brother in vain."

Xianzhong, seemingly unfazed, chuckled, "Actually, I knew you'd find out sooner or later. Who told you? Probably my cousin, Wang Yilong?"

"I never imagined you knew of my existence?"

Yilong and his entourage entered the altar. Yilong, arrogant and confident, seemed to have Xianzhong completely under his control.

"Cousin, you've suffered so much being away from home all these years. Do you really think we should fight on the first day we meet? After all, we are blood relatives. Is it worth fighting over such a small power struggle?"

Xianzhong said earnestly.

"What a joke! Now you're trying to claim kinship again? If you know what's good for you, step down and yield the throne, or don't blame me for being ruthless..."

Yilong retorted sharply.

"Hahaha... Cousin, you're too confident! You think you can take me down with my sworn brother, Thousand Faces, his Nine Demonesses, and Liu Aoshuang?"

"Oh, you've figured out all my secrets? I've figured out yours too. Isn't your most powerful expert Ksitigarbha? He should be here right now, right? Tell him to come out and see me."

Yilong shouted.

"You dare to be so bold, junior..."

A hoarse voice made Yilong's head spin, showing how high the opponent's internal strength was. A strange man in black robes was already standing in the field, exuding an eerie aura. The strangest thing was that his face seemed to blend into the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

Yi Long knew that this Ksitigarbha was quite formidable, so his tone became more polite. "Senior, I respect you as an elder of our sect. Zhang Xianzhong murdered my father and seized the throne, and in recent years he has been committing atrocities and harming all the elders. I only stepped forward out of righteous indignation. I hope that you can distinguish right from wrong and help me overthrow this tyrant."

"Xianzhong murdered your father? What proof do you have? To try to frame him for seizing the position of sect leader without any evidence is simply wishful thinking. What merit have you made to our sect? You dare to be so presumptuous just because your mother is the old sect leader's sister. You are simply ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth,"

Ksitigarbha sneered.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the other party, Yi Long turned to Qianmian and said, "Your Excellency, should we make a move now? My mother isn't here; should we wait for her to return?"

Qianmian said, "Young Master, please don't rush. Let Feng Wutian and Liu Aoshuang test Ksitigarbha's strength first."

Yi Long nodded and said, "Alright, let's test this old fellow's skills first."

"Feng Wutian, you go and test this senior's martial arts first. He is Ksitigarbha, a senior hero of the Demon King's Palace. You'd better hold back when you make your move and not hurt him,"

Yi Long said loudly.

Feng Wutian was furious, but seeing the sorrowful face of Ao Shuang behind Yi Long, he steeled his heart. For Shuang'er's sake, he would even challenge the Heavenly King himself. With that thought, he stepped forward and said, "Senior, I am Feng Wutian. May I learn from your skills?"

"Feng Wutian... you are the number one swordsman in the world? You are actually willing to be used by this ignorant child for a woman. It's true that seeing is believing. I heard that your Phoenix Immortal Body and peerless swordsmanship are invincible. But that was before I met you. Let me show you my Six Paths Great Art, which I have accumulated over a hundred years."

With that, Ksitigarbha's hands, which resembled ghost claws, suddenly shook, and a strange black aura rushed towards Feng Wutian.

Ksitigarbha, over a hundred years old, was a contemporary of Qin Rushui a century ago. Even the arrogant Feng Wutian dared not underestimate him. Moreover, after the battle between the Eastern Depot and the Nine Thousand Years Old, he understood that there were always stronger opponents. Although his own skill had greatly improved, victory was not guaranteed. He immediately drew upon the power of earth fire to create a fire shield to meet the attack. Everyone felt the surrounding air instantly become scorching hot, making breathing difficult. The bluestone floor even began to heat up, and some of the weaker ghost soldiers jumped up and down in pain from the heat.

The fire shield met the black energy, and the temperature of the fire began to decrease. The black energy possessed a strong corrosive power, and the two forces gradually canceled each other out.

Ksitigarbha shouted, "That was the Asura Path from my Six Paths Great Art! Now, take my Evil Ghost Path!"

With that, he spun his hands, and countless ugly and ferocious ghost face phantoms emerged from behind him, as if escaping from the void of hell and descending directly to the human world. The Six Paths Great Art, capable of absorbing the power of the underworld's souls, was a top-tier evil technique in the world.

Ksitigarbha's demonic claws danced wildly, instantly unleashing countless vengeful spirits and ghosts that swarmed towards Feng Wutian with piercing screams. Because the attack was so wide, several ghost soldiers who were too close were caught in the crossfire. The moment they touched a vengeful spirit, they screamed in agony, large chunks of flesh disappearing from their bodies where they were touched, and their bodies withered and turned to ash as if drained of all their energy. This was no longer martial arts but sorcery. Feng Wutian, facing such a fierce attack, remained fearless. He immediately unleashed one of his three ultimate sword techniques, "Sword Emptys All."

He had now mastered the art of absorbing earth fire, making it more than twice as powerful as when he fought the Ninth Prince in the Eastern Depot. The massive sword beam, imbued with the immense power of earth fire, transformed into a giant fire sword, meeting the countless vengeful spirits and ghosts head-on. The

blazing sword beam, carrying the extreme heat and masculine energy of earth fire, was the nemesis of the vengeful spirits of the underworld. Countless vengeful spirits let out shrill screams as their souls were scattered and turned to ashes after the giant sword swept past.

The sword strike, unfinished, aimed directly at Ksitigarbha. Ksitigarbha dodged to the side, the sword beam cleaving dozens of feet away, almost splitting the entire Demon King's Palace altar in two. Several buildings shook violently. The ghost soldiers were terrified, but Xianzhong was extremely strict with his subordinates, and although the ghost soldiers were terrified, they dared not move an inch.

Ksitigarbha, having clearly lost a move, was enraged. His ghostly claws unleashed countless claw shadows mixed with yin spirits and vengeful ghosts, swarming towards Feng Wutian—this was the "Hell Path" from the Six Paths Great Law.

Feng Wutian, wielding the Seven Kill Sword, unleashed an even greater surge of sword energy, using the second move of the Three Absolute Divine Swords, "Fire Dragon Chasing the Moon."

He hurled the Seven Kill Sword directly at Ksitigarbha, and the Seven Kill Sword, drawn by his energy, seemed to possess a spirit, transforming into a fire dragon that coiled around him.

"Sword Control Technique!"

"It's the Sword Control Technique..."

Everyone in the arena exclaimed in surprise. It was said that only sword immortals could master the Sword Control Technique. Now that Feng Wutian had mastered the Sword

Control Technique, wasn't he not far from the realm of sword immortals? Qianmian watched from the side and coldly said, "Wrong. At present, he still controls the sword with qi. It can't be called the true Sword Control Technique."

The fire dragon flew as fast as lightning and fought with the evil spirits for hundreds of moves. The dragon's head bit straight through the protective yin light of the Ksitigarbha King, and the Seven Kill Sword pierced straight into the Ksitigarbha King's chest cavity.

"Ah..."

The Ksitigarbha King's body spewed out scorching flames from many places. Feng Wutian leaped up, grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulled out the Seven Kill Sword, and swung it again. The sword passed by and the Ksitigarbha King's head fell to the ground. Everyone in the Demon King's Palace of the Xianzhong faction was shocked. They never thought that the elder Ksitigarbha King, who had a hundred years of power, would die so quickly at the hands of the sword god.

"My nephew, you'd better surrender."

A woman's triumphant laughter rang out, and En appeared in the arena.

"Mother, you've arrived too..."

Yilong, seeing En's arrival, felt confident. The most powerful opponent, Ksitigarbha, had already died by the Sword God's sword; victory seemed assured.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect my aunt to come too. You've been pretending to be a nun for decades, and now you've finally reached your limit and are going to attack your nephew? But you all underestimate Ksitigarbha!"

Xianzhong showed no fear despite Ksitigarbha's death.

Suddenly, Ksitigarbha's headless corpse sprang up and grabbed Feng Wutian's chest. Even with Feng Wutian's unparalleled martial arts, she hadn't expected the headless corpse to launch a sudden attack. She felt a powerful force rush into her heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ksitigarbha struck with his first blow, and with a flick of his hand, the head on the ground automatically bounced back to his neck. Only then did everyone realize that not a single drop of blood had flowed from Ksitigarbha's head after it was severed.

"Hahaha... Junior, your swordsmanship is indeed powerful, but do you know what true invincibility is in this world? It's immortality! I have already achieved immortality. No matter how many swords you strike me, you cannot kill me!"

Ksitigarbha King laughed arrogantly, his arrogance fully revealed.

Although Feng Wutian was severely injured, she possessed the "Phoenix Dance Immortal Body."

Her internal energy was strong, and her injuries weren't too serious. After recovering, she unleashed the Seven Kill Sword from afar. Ksitigarbha King neither dodged nor evaded, and his body was instantly sliced into dozens of pieces without a drop of blood. The severed head was still laughing heartily.

"No... impossible."

Feng Wutian almost thought she was in a nightmare. In her shock, she suddenly felt a palm strike from behind. This blow made her spit out another mouthful of blood. Turning around, she saw it was Ksitigarbha King's severed hand... (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

"Haha... Let me show you my unparalleled divine skill..."

Ksitigarbha's head laughed wildly in the void, while his severed hands and feet hung in the air at irregular and bizarre angles, attacking Feng Wutian. This almost godlike and bizarre scene shocked everyone into silence. Feng Wutian, who had originally had the upper hand, was now forced into a sorry state by these four severed hands and feet.

"Not good, if the Sword God dies at his hands, it will be a great disadvantage for our side."

Yi Long was anxious and uneasy. He really did not expect that Zhang Xianzhong's trump card, Ksitigarbha, was an unkillable monster. Even the Nine Thousand Years Old could not do anything to him.

"Shuang Nu, go up and help him deal with Ksitigarbha together."

Yi Long said to Ao Shuang.

"Master, let this guy die like this. I don't want to play along with you anymore. The thought that I was actually married to this guy makes me sick."

Ao Shuang said with disgust. She was currently under the influence of the "Seven Emotions Gu".

The person she deeply loved had become Wang Yilong, and she was filled with hatred for her husband, Feng Wutian, wishing him a quick death.

"Shuangnu, won't you listen to me? Go help him! He'll kill you sooner or later, just not now!"

Yilong shouted.

"Master, don't be angry! Shuangnu will go right away!"

Aoshuang dared not disobey Yilong's order. She immediately absorbed the energy of the Nine Heavens into her body, and in a flash, she was behind Ksitigarbha. At this time, Ksitigarbha's body had recovered, but his limbs were still attacking Feng Wutian. Aoshuang's ninth level of divine skill had reached a level of lightness skill that was almost unparalleled in the world. The naked eye could not even tell how she had flashed dozens of feet away behind Ksitigarbha.

Ksitigarbha felt the wind rushing behind him and knew something was wrong, but it was too late. Aoshuang's flawless jade hands were already firmly pressed against his back.

"Die!"

Ao Shuang cried out, her powerful Nine Heavens Qi surging into Ksitigarbha's body. Ksitigarbha's limbs were powerless to resist, and he rapidly swelled like a balloon. With a deafening boom, Ksitigarbha's body was crushed and exploded by

Ao

Shuang's Nine Heavens Qi. Without stopping, Ao Shuang fiercely clamped her palms down on Ksitigarbha's head. Her ninth level of divine skill had reached a level of palm power rarely matched in the world. The force of her palms clamping down was more than a thousand jin. Ksitigarbha's head could not withstand it and was instantly crushed. Ao Shuang then used "Star River Divine Palm"

to shatter all the scattered pieces of his corpse.

"Good... this monster is doomed now..."

Yi Long shouted excitedly.

But unexpectedly, countless fragments of corpses and bones began to rapidly gather together again. Ksitigarbha's limbs were unaffected, and he began to attack Ao Shuang with one hand and one foot.

The heads of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva coalesced, emitting a hoarse laugh: "Go for it! Use all your strength to kill me! Even if my martial arts and internal energy are inferior to yours, as long as I possess this immortal body, I will always be invincible. Let's see how many times you can kill me!"

Liao En was stunned. He never expected that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had actually achieved immortality. Wouldn't that mean only celestial beings could kill him? Even if Sword God Aoshuang's martial arts were high, she was still just a mortal. How could she possibly kill an immortal monster?

"Alright... everyone, don't attack yet. Listen to me."

Xianzhong said loudly.

"Okay, don't attack yet. You two step back..."

Yilong also spoke up to stop Feng Wutian and Aoshuang. In this situation, they could no longer say they were guaranteed victory.

Feng Wutian and Ao Shuang also withdrew their hands and retreated. Feng Wutian saw that Ao Shuang's palm power was incredibly strong, no less than his own, and estimated that her skill had broken through the eighth level and reached the ninth level. He was both surprised and delighted, but also sighed that no matter how high their martial arts were, they were still being used by these treacherous villains. He could only think about how to help Ao Shuang get rid of the poison and then kill these treacherous villains.

"Auntie is a wise woman. Right now, the righteous path in the capital and the Eastern Depot are fighting each other to the death. Why should we kill each other at this time? After all, we are on the same side. Why should we fight each other over such a small matter?"

"You make it sound so nice. Now we can kill you, take over your forces, and then be the fishermen. Isn't that the same? Do you think you can scare us with an unkillable monster?"

Liao En sneered.

"Auntie, do you know I've already mastered '

Heavenly Slayer'? It's already deployed in seven locations throughout the capital. Once I activate it, it will trigger a colossal explosion, reducing everything in the capital to ashes. The righteous path, the Eastern Depot, that idiotic emperor hiding in the palace doing only carpentry, and the million inhabitants of the capital will all be condemned to the underworld. I doubt even the underworld has ever received so many wronged souls at once!"

Xianzhong laughed wildly.

"What? You've mastered Heavenly Slayer? Impossible… Even if I truly have it, I don't believe you dare to perish with us. You don't have the guts!"

Liao En's voice was filled with terror.

"Auntie, haven't you been secretly calling me a cold-blooded, heartless, and bloodthirsty demon? You're wrong. Which great hero or great figure throughout history hasn't killed countless people? How can one be revered by the masses without killing more? To achieve unparalleled feats, one must kill more. The more people one kills, the more respected one will be in future generations. Don't you understand such a simple truth? After destroying the entire capital, '

Zhu Tian' will cease to exist, but the Ming Dynasty will also fall into unprecedented chaos. Then we can divide the land, compete for supremacy, and establish a new dynasty. If you, Auntie, are ignorant and insist on forcing your nephew, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Anyway, if millions of people are buried with me, my life will not have been in vain."

Xianzhong became increasingly insane as he spoke, his eyes burning with fanaticism.

"You...you're simply a madman,"

Liao En cursed. She couldn't believe Xianzhong was so insane, completely disregarding the lives of anyone.

"Mother... what is this 'slaying the heavens' thing he mentioned? Is it really that powerful? What... what should we do?"

Yilong looked puzzled and terrified. After all, he had never taken on any important responsibilities, and he was at a loss as to what to do in this situation.

Liao En said, "Don't treat me like a fool. As far as I know, activating the

'Heaven-Slaying Demon' requires a specific time. You can't detonate it all at once right now."

"It will be at midnight ten days from now. Although it requires a specific time to unleash its full destructive power, it's possible to activate it individually, though the power will be greatly reduced. However, it will still be enough to level this area of several hundred feet. And it's on my body."

Xian Zhong patted his chest. "How about it, Auntie? Do you want to bet on whether I dare to detonate it?"

Liao En took a deep breath and laughed, "Fine, you win. Let's work together on this grand plan. Let's pretend today's events never happened."

Xian Zhong laughed, "That's right. We'll always be family. Brother, we're still brothers. Don't blame me for hiding some things from you back then."

Feng Wutian snorted coldly, "I was blind to believe you and let you use me. There's no more friendship between us. Considering you saved me, I won't hold it against you for deceiving and using me."

"Heh heh, why be so heartless, sworn brother? We'll conquer the world together in the future. Even if I become emperor, how could I forget you, my sworn brother?"

Xianzhong laughed arrogantly, his gaze meeting Qianmian's briefly before averting.

Liao En whispered to Qianmian, "Your Excellency, it seems we can only cooperate with this madman for now, and eliminate him when the time is right."

Qianmian nodded, "Elder Jian, rest assured, this madman, though arrogant, is not invincible. As long as we act carefully and eliminate him when he's off guard, I'm sure that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will choose another wise ruler to cooperate with us." "

However, those guys from the Eastern Depot are indeed omnipresent. To ensure the smooth progress of the plan, we must first eliminate that old bastard Wei Zhongxian."

Xianzhong said calmly, his arrogance subdued, showing that the Ninth Prince was a formidable enemy in his eyes.

"Alright, let's kill Wei Zhongxian first, and then detonate the Heaven-Slaying Devastation."

Liao En said in a deep voice.

In the Demon King's Palace branch altar, the demons reached an agreement. Feng Wutian, standing to the side, was filled with rage. Although he had always valued only those he loved, these madmen were utterly inhuman, intending to kill millions to achieve their grand scheme. If their plan succeeded, the entire Ming Dynasty would descend into a frenzy of slaughter, a catastrophe that would shatter all peace. What to do? But if he became their enemy, what about the poison that had afflicted Shuang'er? Besides, who should he ally with? The Eastern Depot? The righteous path? These people harbored deep hatred for him; would they believe his words?

Just as Feng Wutian was feeling anxious, he suddenly felt something strange, but he couldn't see anything in front of him. However, he seemed to hear a woman's voice in his mind, "Feng Wutian, you don't want to help the wicked, do you? I will help you save your wife, but you must also help me destroy the demons of the Demon King's Palace. I will contact you again. Only by combining the power of the righteous East Depot can we destroy them. Remember not to tell anyone about this."

Ao Shuang and Di Zang Wang also vaguely felt something strange, but they couldn't put their finger on it.

A girl in white walked out from the crowd of demons from the Demon King's Palace, her eyes flashing with an eerie green light. The strangest thing was that everyone seemed not to see her, letting her walk past them all the way to the branch altar...

Boss Ni lay on the ground, spitting blood, and was clearly dying. Wang Du smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Old friend, I'm sorry. We were brothers, and I didn't want this to happen..."

"You... I... treated you as my brother... you actually..."

Boss Ni opened his eyes in a final burst of energy and glared at Wang Du.

Wang Du sighed and said, "Old Ni, don't blame me. A few days ago, I received a secret order from my master to take over the Bliss Pavilion from you. Although I was only his apprentice for a month, I know he is truly the most powerful person in the world. I have neither the ability nor the courage to disobey his orders, so I have no choice but to trouble you. From now on, I will definitely make your Bliss Pavilion flourish. I will take care of your wives and concubines. I will also burn more paper money for you on your death anniversary. You can rest in peace."

After saying that, he stepped on Old Ni's chest.

Old Ni was already seriously injured and could not withstand this kick. His eyes rolled back, his tongue stuck out, and he died on the spot.

After killing Boss Ni, Wang Du addressed the thugs of the Pleasure Pavilion, saying, "Gentlemen, Boss Ni was unfortunately killed by that vile woman surnamed Liu. Miss Li and I risked our lives to capture her. Before he died, Boss Ni, grateful for our kindness, left a will bequeathing all the property of the Pleasure Pavilion to me. You all saw it, didn't you?"

Liu Bing stepped forward and said, "Your Highness is right. We all saw and heard it with our own eyes and ears. That's exactly what Boss Ni said."

The henchmen around him echoed his sentiments. These men had already been bribed by Wang Du and were naturally loyal to their new master.

Wang Du laughed heartily, ordering his henchmen to carry away Boss Ni's body. He then stepped forward and embraced Pan'er, saying, "My little darling, you really kept your word. I will also help you as promised."

Pan'er sneered, "I've already seen how you deal with your good brother. Maybe you're thinking about how to kill me. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you for revenge after I master the Xuan Tian Xing Yue Gong?"

"Afraid? Of course I'm afraid. But joining forces with you to help you cultivate was an order from my master, and I dared not disobey. However, it was truly unexpected that you dared to come to me that day and betray your sister to me. I didn't expect you to hate her so much more than you hate me."

Wang Du said in surprise.

"Hmph... You don't need to worry about that. I only want revenge. Although I hate you, it's nothing compared to her."

Pan'er said disdainfully.

"Sister, don't believe him, he's lying to you!"

Aoxue cried out pitifully as she lay on the ground. She couldn't believe that Pan'er would betray her after gaining her trust. This was more painful than having her heart stabbed with a knife.

"Hmph, isn't this all because of you? Blame yourself, Fatty. Didn't you say you'd serve her well after capturing her? Hurry up and do it!"

Pan'er snapped.

"Haha... I didn't expect you to be even more impatient than me... Men, get Miss Liu on the third ring..."

At Wang Du's command, several henchmen stepped forward, lifted Aoxue up, and stripped her naked body, revealing her flawless, glistening form. Her exquisite body made the henchmen drool and their penises erect. Aoxue, once again stripped naked, was overwhelmed with shame and closed her eyes tightly, unable to look at anyone.

Wang Du, a man who had seen countless women, couldn't help but feel a surge of desire

upon seeing this beautiful body. He swallowed hard and said, "Put a ring on Miss Liu..." A gaunt old man, leering at Ao Xue's body, grabbed her large breasts, weighed them, and exclaimed, "Goodness, at least three pounds! We need a large one."

He then took out three gold rings and a gold needle, heated the needle over a fire for a moment, and with lightning speed, pierced it straight into the base of Ao Xue's nipple, going right through the areola.

"Ah..."

Ao Xue screamed in agony, almost fainting. The old man moved swiftly, piercing her left breast first, then her right, and then threading two gold rings through the wounds at the nipple tips. Ao Xue's large, lustrous breasts now bore a pair of gold rings.

The old man had two burly men spread Ao Xue's legs, revealing a pink mons pubis adorned with black pubic hair. The wounds on her labia, where she had been hooked, had already scabbed over. The old man grinned maliciously and aimed the gold needle at the old wounds on Ao Xue's labia.

"No...please don't...sister, please, I beg you, I know I was wrong, please tell him to stop..."

Ao Xue frantically shook her body, but unfortunately, after her vital points were sealed with golden needles, her strength was now less than that of an ordinary woman.

Li Pan'er looked at Ao Xue's panicked and pathetic appearance and couldn't help but laugh: "I never thought that my sister, who is always like a fairy descended from the heavens, would be so afraid. Don't you care about your dignity anymore?"

Thinking of the pathetic scene when she was violated and humiliated by Wang Dujiang and his son Chengfeng, losing all her dignity, seeing Ao Xue begging for mercy in such a shameful and spineless way, her sense of inferiority suddenly diminished. She shouted to the old man: "Hurry up and do it, put the yin ring on my sister."

The old man swiftly thrust the golden needles, passing through the old wound on Ao Xue's labia with lightning speed, and a trickle of blood gushed out.

"Ah..."

Ao Xue only managed a half-scream before her mouth was gagged. At the same time, the old man pierced the golden ring through her labia. The intense stimulation caused Ao Xue's lower abdomen to twitch, and a thick stream of vaginal fluid shot out from her vagina, spraying the old man's face. Fortunately, Ao Xue couldn't muster any internal energy at this moment, otherwise she would have seriously injured him.

"Ugh...ugh..."

The excruciating pain in her lower body and breasts caused Ao Xue's body to convulse, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe that she, who had always been dignified and virtuous, had been pierced with nipple and vaginal rings; it made her feel utterly ashamed.

Seeing the three gold rings piercing Ao Xue's breasts and genitals, swaying with her body's spasms, Wang Du was overjoyed. He teased, "Miss Liu, I, Old Wang, will give you these three gold rings as a greeting gift to take you as my sex slave. With them by your side, you'll probably remember my kindness even in your sleep."

He knew Ao Xue's internal strength was formidable; even with the golden needles sealing her vital points, he was still worried she might force them out with her unparalleled power. Therefore, the ring piercing her genitals was the most powerful. With the ring piercing her labia, any large steps Ao Xue took would stimulate her clitoris, arousing her lust and preventing her from channeling her internal energy. The ring was also made of rare gold; once pierced, removing it would require tearing her labia, which even divine weapons couldn't easily cut.

"Alright, men, carry Miss Liu to the clear pool and let her take a good bath,"

Wang Du ordered.

"Giving her a bath, you're quite the tenderhearted one, aren't you? You've never been like this to me,"

Pan'er complained from the side.

"Don't worry, I'll get a good look in a little while,"

Wang Du lewdly chuckled.

Chapter 52 of Sword's Hatred and Passion: Counter-Control

. The internal strife within the Demon King's Palace was surprisingly quelled by Zhang Xianzhong in just half an hour. Liao En and the others were forced to join forces with Xianzhong due to the situation, and Xianzhong's strength immediately increased several times over. Although Liao En and the others weren't truly cooperating, as long as they were under his control, he wouldn't have to

worry about detonating "Heavenly Punishment" in ten days. Once the great undertaking was accomplished, he could eliminate any remaining disloyalty from them.

Feng Wutian coldly watched as the group of madmen casually tossed the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, the precious sword embedding itself three feet in front of Xianzhong. At the same time, he removed his silver-white robe and threw it on the ground. Xianzhong laughed and said, "Why did

you return the Seven Kill Sword and this Frost-Descent Robe to me, sworn brother?" "Hmph, the friendship between us is completely gone. What use is this sword and robe to me? I hate being deceived more than anything else in my life. You saved me, befriended me, and gave me the sword and robe, all to use me to work for you. Now, for Aoshuang's sake, I have no choice but to obey you, but I will never use anything you gave me again,"

Feng Wutian said angrily.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect my sworn brother to be so resolute. But next, I still need you to help me get rid of that old eunuch, the Nine Thousand Years Old. Although your martial arts are high, you may not be his match. If you lose these two items, your fighting power will be greatly reduced. Even if I don't care about your life or death, I still care about my great cause. Don't you think so, Auntie?"

Xianzhong glanced at En and winked at her.

"Feng Wutian, my nephew is right. It's your business if you want to act out, but you can't let it interfere with our important matters,"

Liao En said sternly.

"Hmph, if you have the guts, then kill me.

Don't even think about forcing me again," Feng Wutian retorted, glaring at Liao En with unwavering resolve.

"The Sword God is truly courageous. He'd even risk his woman's life for the sake of face?"

Yi Long said, before Ao Shuang suddenly clutched her chest and screamed in agony.

"Ah...it hurts so much...Feng Lang, it feels like my heart has been pierced..."

Ao Shuang writhed on the ground in pain, veins bulging on her face.

"Shuang'er..."

Feng Wutian was shocked and quickly reached out to embrace Ao Shuang. Her exquisite features were dislocated, revealing the depth of her pain.

"Enough, stop now. I want this sword robe..."

Feng Wutian roared.

"You can't let it go so easily for talking back to the sect leader. Your woman hurt me badly in the Snow Valley last time, so it's time she suffered a bit more this time."

The God of War shouted from the side. He had been hating Ao Shuang to the bone since his defeat last time, and seeing her suffer this time made him feel very happy.

"I'll take responsibility for my own actions. If you have any problems, come at me. Don't make things difficult for my wife."

Feng Wutian gritted her teeth and said.

"Fine, she hit me hundreds of times last time. This time, I'll make you take hundreds of my punches for her."

The God of War roared, and his fists rained down on Feng Wutian. Feng Wutian neither dodged nor avoided, and activated his "Phoenix Undying Body."

Instantly, he was surrounded by extremely hot earth fire. The God of War's huge fists only made "thud thud thud" sounds when they hit him,

as if they were mud oxen entering the sea.

The God of War grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. While his external martial arts were formidable, his fists were also incredibly powerful. However, striking Feng Wutian felt like striking a blazing fire. Gradually, his knuckles turned red-hot, and his fists became so hot he could no longer strike. A fiery energy seemed to surge up his arms, forcing him to retreat several steps to regulate his breathing. The God of War, always arrogant, now realized his skill was far inferior to the Sword God. The fact that the Sword God was merely standing there, allowing him to be struck, was already causing him considerable suffering. If they were to truly fight…

“Alright, God of War, how could you possibly be a match for my sworn brother? Step back!”

Xianzhong shouted, dismissing the God of War and handing the sword and robe to Feng Wutian with both hands. He laughed, “Sworn brother, let’s consider the past forgotten. From today onward, we are still brothers. How about it?”

Feng Wutian, utterly helpless, could only reply with a stern face, “Alright, sworn brother…”

"That's good, cousin. Stop nagging my sworn sister-in-law." As soon

as Xianzhong spoke, Ao Shuang, who had been writhing on the ground in pain, immediately stopped groaning and slowly stood up. Feng Wutian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sworn brother, you and your sworn sister-in-law should work with my aunt and cousin. I'll notify you when I give orders. Everyone, disperse for today."

Xianzhong ordered, and Liao En and the others had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

After Xianzhong dismissed his subordinates, only Death God, War God, and Ksitigarbha remained.

"Young Master, Elder Jian and his group are only outwardly compliant but inwardly resentful. Just now, they were demanding that you abdicate and hand over the throne to that ignorant Wang Yilong. What is this guy? He's just relying on his mother's prestige to think he can ascend to the throne of the Demon King's Palace. He's delusional. Liu Aoshuang is a remnant of the Star Moon Palace. Her husband, Feng Wutian, has already seen through your true identity and is an enemy, not a friend. We might as well take advantage of this opportunity to wipe them all out."

The God of War said bitterly.

"God of War, you're too hasty. Wang Yilong's skill is already above yours; he's no ordinary person. However, judging from his demeanor, he didn't cultivate it himself. Instead, he obtained his power through the art of absorbing the inner strength of women with profound inner power. Therefore, his foundation is unstable. If Liu Aoxue and Feng Wutian were to join forces, they could definitely dominate the world. Either of them is more powerful than me. But Wang Yilong has already controlled Liu Aoshuang, which is equivalent to controlling Feng Wutian. In addition, Qianmian and his Nine Demoness are not to be underestimated. If I don't use Zhutian, even if we, along with Elder Dizang, win against them, it will be a Pyrrhic victory. Then, dealing with the Eastern Depot and the righteous path will be no easy task. It would be best to make effective use of them,"

Xianzhong said leisurely.

"Young Master's talent and ambition far surpass those of us mediocre men. After the destruction of the capital in ten days, the Central Plains will be in chaos, making it much easier for my Demon King's Palace to rise up," the

cloaked Grim Reaper flattered from the side .

"Hmph, your nature has always been like this. You can use anyone, and once they're no longer useful, you eliminate them. When will you fulfill your promise to me?"

Ksitigarbha sneered from the side.

The Grim Reaper and the God of War both changed their expressions upon seeing his disrespect towards Xianzhong, but dared not retaliate due to his status.

Xianzhong laughed loudly, "What are you saying, Elder? How could my great undertaking succeed without your help? Rest assured, Elder, I will fulfill my promise. When I ascend the throne, it will be natural for you to be a founding father of our dynasty and be granted a title and position."

Upon hearing the words "granted a title and position,"

Dizangwang's expression changed, and he sneered, "Forget it. A lonely ghost like me can be granted a title and position? You're trying to fool a child."

Xianzhong shook his head and said, "Elder, you are mistaken. As the saying goes, 'Are emperors and generals born with a special destiny?' The founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Chongba, was nothing more than a beggar. How many Confucian classics did he read? In the end, didn't he carve out a place for himself in the chaos of the late Yuan Dynasty? If a beggar can become emperor, who else can't? Once you become emperor, you can command the world. All the land under heaven belongs to the emperor. Who dares to disobey? What can't you do? If I were to appoint you as my prime minister, who would dare to disobey?"

"Fine, no matter how eloquent your words, all I truly care about is that matter. If you dare to deceive me then, I'd rather die with you than be threatened by you again." With that, Ksitigarbha

Bodhisattva rose and left.

The God of War angrily said, "Young Master, this old fellow is going too far! How dare he speak to you like that? After this matter is over, perhaps we should..."

"Enough! I know my limits. As long as I can please him, I can naturally control him again. He may be stubborn, but this old fellow is most afraid of losing his life,"

Xianzhong said.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva cultivates the Six Paths Great Law, the highest level of which is the ability to transfer one's soul outside the body to traverse the Six Paths of Hell, absorbing the power of Yin souls to continuously strengthen itself. This cultivation process is extremely dangerous; a slight misstep could result in being captured by ghost messengers and falling into the Six Paths.

Ksitigarbha, through centuries of dedicated practice and countless transmigrations through the Six Paths of Reincarnation, successfully cultivated a technique capable of deceiving ghostly messengers and soldiers. As a result, he gradually achieved immortality, no longer subject to the cycle of reincarnation. His body became immune to wounds, instantly healing from any injury, even severed or shattered heads. He could also control severed limbs to attack opponents from afar, possessing unparalleled power. While this sorcery, though considered inferior to the superior Taoist path to immortality, was still enough to dominate the world,

it had a fatal weakness: Ksitigarbha's heart was the seat of his primordial spirit. If his heart were pierced, his spirit would be utterly shattered. Therefore, Ksitigarbha hid his heart in a mysterious iron box in a secluded location. However, years ago, just as he was about to achieve his goal, Xianzhong somehow found the box containing his heart, retrieved it, and then used it to blackmail Ksitigarbha into serving him.

Ksitigarbha had painstakingly cultivated his immortality, but his fatal weakness was discovered by his successor, Xianzhong. Ksitigarbha was filled with anger and resentment, yet he was helpless. Xianzhong was a ruthless man who cared nothing for his own life or the lives of others in order to achieve his goals. Ksitigarbha had no choice but to help him seize power. With Ksitigarbha's help, Xianzhong captured his father, Yama, absorbed all his power, dismembered him, cooked him, and swallowed him. Such a heinous and insane act shocked even Ksitigarbha. In Xianzhong's eyes, this was to merge his father's flesh and blood with his own, and he would fight alongside his father and share the world. To the outside world, he claimed that after Yama disappeared, Xianzhong began to purge those in the Demon King's Palace who were not loyal to him, as well as his father's confidants and old ministers. Although Liao En was ambitious, he dared to openly collude with Qianmian and bring up his own son to force Xianzhong to abdicate, which was indeed an act of self-preservation.

After returning to their base with his group, Liao En summoned Pang Zheng and Yi Long to discuss the matter. Yi Long was somewhat fearful, worried that Xian Zhong's power would grow and be swallowed up by him. Liao En and Pang Zheng reassured him that he could rest assured, as they had a backup plan. In truth, the two were also quite anxious. They didn't know Qianmian's true strength, and cooperating with him was like playing with fire. Originally, they wanted to take advantage of their superior numbers to eliminate Xian Zhong in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly, Dizangwang possessed an immortal body. Even with the combined strength of two masters, Aoshuang Sword God and Liao En, they couldn't kill him. Furthermore, Xian Zhong possessed "Zhutian."

They were unwilling to perish together with this reckless madman, so they had no choice but to reach an agreement with him for the time being. Liao En was also very anxious, after all, Feng Wutian was a ticking time bomb. Although Yi Long had successfully controlled Aoshuang with the Seven Emotions Gu and could indirectly control Feng Wutian, if Feng Wutian discovered this, it would become a huge problem. Liao En could only repeatedly instruct Yi Long to be careful before returning to the Li residence with Pang Zheng. She still wanted to know if Xin Yi had obtained the Mingyu Divine Skill's manual from the jade statue.

Yi Long had truly gone out on a whim and returned in disgrace. He hadn't undergone much training since childhood, and his internal energy mainly came from absorbing the Yin-Yang energy of the two sisters, Aoxue and Aoshuang. Accustomed to getting things without effort and having others make the decisions, he now found it extremely troublesome and boring when he truly had to take on responsibilities. In his frustration, he couldn't help but want to vent his anger on Aoshuang again.

Yi Long found Feng Wutian imprisoned in the dungeon, where he saw Aoshuang and Feng Wutian embracing and kissing passionately. Yi Long, consumed by jealousy, roared, "Have you two had enough? Giving you some time alone is already a great act of kindness on my part. Liu Aoshuang, you should go back to your cell!"

Feng Wutian, having just secured some time alone with Aoshuang, eagerly inquired about her condition, including how she had awakened. Aoshuang claimed she had woken up naturally and was later ambushed by people from the Demon King's Palace on her way to the capital with Pan'er. Fortunately, in order to use the Sword God, they didn't torture her too much, only placing a Gu poison on her. Hearing that Ao Shuang hadn't been humiliated, the Sword God finally breathed a sigh of relief. For ten years, he had been facing an immobile, vegetative state, causing him endless worry and pain. Now, although Ao Shuang was controlled by others, she had at least awakened again. He was certain that as long as he found an opportunity to remove the Gu poison from her body, he would kill the villains of the Demon King's Palace to avenge himself, and then find Ao Xue and Pan'er to go to the Snow Valley together to escape all the grudges and battles of the world and live in seclusion for the rest of his life.

Ao Shuang, on the other hand, appeared very optimistic and gentle, repeatedly advising him not to be too impulsive, and to temporarily endure and assist Xian Zhong's "Operation Heaven-Slaying" for her sake

. They would make further plans after its success.

"Alas, Shuang-mei, but according to that scoundrel, once the power of this Heaven-Slaying is unleashed, the entire capital will be reduced to rubble. At that time, the Ming Dynasty will inevitably fall into chaos, and then..."

Feng Wutian frowned and said worriedly.

"Feng Lang, perhaps this is just Zhang Xianzhong spouting nonsense. What weapon in this world possesses such power? Even if it did, we might not be able to stop it. How can we possibly manage so many things in the world? Right now, the most important thing is our happiness. We must live well so we can stay together forever."

With that, Ao Shuang's soft body pressed against Feng Wutian's, her fragrant lips already touching his.

Feng Wutian felt a slight sense of surprise. In the past, Ao Shuang would have been very concerned about the innocent people, right? Why was she so indifferent to this matter this time? But then he thought about how she had been asleep in the Snow Valley for ten years, and perhaps her personality had changed somewhat. What she said was true. He had always put their happiness first. If they could stop Zhu Tian, that would be best, but if they couldn't, there was nothing he could do. They couldn't let them be buried with the entire city's inhabitants, could they? Ao Shuang's fragrant lips met his, her delicate tongue swirling in his mouth. He, unable to suppress the pain of ten years of longing, embraced Ao Shuang in a passionate kiss. Just as his desire surged and he was about to take things further, Yi Long appeared and stopped them, infuriating him.

Seeing Yi Long's arrogant face, Feng Wutian wanted nothing more than to rush forward and smash his head in. However, remembering that this bastard had used a curse on Ao Shuang, he knew the boy's death was insignificant, but if anything happened to Ao Shuang, his worthless life couldn't compensate for it. He could only suppress his anger.

Seeing that his father's killer dared not speak out against him, Yi Long felt a surge of satisfaction, and his frustration lessened considerably. From childhood, the Sword God had been a mountain weighing on his heart. Every time he dreamt of slaying the Sword God, he awoke with a profound sense of loss. How could he, with his meager skills, possibly kill him? It was just a dream, but now the two women the Sword God valued had both been raped by him, and he had even used the Seven Emotions Gu to make Ao Shuang a loyal and devoted sex slave. The Sword God himself had been deceived by her and was serving him against his will. He really wanted Ao Shuang to have sex with him in front of the Sword God to really provoke this cuckold, but remembering his mother and adoptive father's instructions, and considering the Sword God's terrifying strength, he abandoned the idea. What if he drove this cuckold mad and stopped caring about his wife's life? That would be a disaster.

"Hurry up and leave. You've been talking for so long, are you ever going to stop? Liu Ao Shuang needs to be locked in her cell. If you don't want anything to happen to her, do as I say,"

Yi Long threatened.

"Feng Lang, don't worry, he won't dare do anything to me. For our future happiness, I promise you, please don't do anything foolish during this time,"

Ao Shuang said with concern.

"Alright, I promise you. You'd better be careful."

After saying that, Feng Wutian glared at Yilong again and said, "I'm warning you, if she loses even a single hair, I'll tear you all to pieces and feed you to the dogs."

"Don't worry, I always keep my word. Your wife will never lose a single hair."

Yilong chuckled inwardly. Lose a single hair? Don't be ridiculous. I've plucked plenty of your wife's pubic hair, and she enjoys it.

Yilong led Aoshuang out of the cell and closed the door. Although he had Aoshuang as a hostage, he still took away the Seven Kill Sword to prevent the Sword God from escaping. He also lined the granite cell with a thick layer of asbestos to protect it from his extremely hot "Phoenix Undying Body"

internal energy. This arrangement was ingenious, suggested by Qianmian, who also cultivated the "Phoenix Undying Body."

This way, even if Feng Wutian disregarded Aoshuang's life or death, it would not be easy for him to escape from this special cell.

After following Yilong to his dormitory and closing the door, Aoshuang couldn't wait to cling to him like an octopus...

"Ugh, you made me stay with that dog for so long, and even forced me to say so many mushy things to him. It's disgusting. If you had come any later, I would have wanted to castrate him."

" Damn

it, you slut, you're really ruthless. He's still your husband, after all. You had those kinds of flirtations with me and you don't feel any remorse towards him at all? He offended the entire martial arts world for you. To wake you up, he even challenged my father and the entire Qingcheng Sect, and didn't hesitate to become an enemy of Shaolin and Wudang. He was even willing to work for me against his will, and yet you cuckolded him and even wanted to castrate him. You're such a shameless slut..."

Yilong pretended to be indignant on Feng Wutian's behalf.

"Master, what are you saying? Everything he did for me was just wishful thinking on his part. Before, I was blinded by greed and actually married him and slept with him. It's disgusting to even think about it now. Now I've finally realized that Master is the love of my life. I'll do whatever Master wants, even if it means my death..."

Aoshuang looked at Yilong with deep affection and spoke shamelessly.

"Would you be willing to have sex with a dog?"

"Of course I would, I'd do anything my master asks."

Ao Shuang replied without even frowning.

"Damn, you'd even sleep with a dog, how can you be so shameless? Wasn't it because of you that cuckold who killed my father and slaughtered my Qingcheng Sect? You slut, still pretending? I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of that cuckold."

Yi Long shoved her away and slapped her across the face. Ao Shuang

could easily have dodged the blow with her martial arts, but she passively endured all of Yi Long's insults and beatings, standing still and taking the blow head-on. She was immediately knocked onto the bed, blood trickling from her mouth as she cried out, "Alas, this slave thanks master for the beating..."

"Damn it, you're incredibly shameless, you even enjoy being hit? If I'm not satisfied tonight, you'll have to spend the night with me."

With that, he grabbed Ao Shuang's right foot and forcefully ripped off her white boot, throwing it aside.

"Shuangnu thanks Master for his favor. Tonight, I will certainly serve Master to his delight."

Despite her swollen face, Aoshuang showed no shame, even beaming with joy. Previously, when Yilong raped her, the stubborn, resentful look in her eyes always excited him and gave him a sense of accomplishment. But now, Aoshuang had completely become a subservient, obedient doll, only knowing how to spread her legs to satisfy his lust, which made him feel somewhat bored. Yilong

ripped off Aoshuang's boots and white socks, revealing a pair of jade-like, soft, and smooth feet. He examined them closely and saw that the wound on the instep of Aoshuang's foot had healed. However, the new flesh where En had pierced her foot with a steel spike was pink, somewhat different from the surrounding snow-white skin. Besides the use of top-grade wound medicine, Aoshuang's own recovery ability was astonishingly strong. Having cultivated the "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Technique,"

the ninth level, she could absorb the Qi of the Nine Heavens to heal, and such a severe wound had recovered in a short time.

I never imagined that this slut would become so formidable. Luckily, I used the Seven Emotions Gu on her, an incurable divine object; otherwise, if I had been her enemy, I would probably be dead by now.

Yi Long gently tickled the soles of Ao Shuang's jade feet, making her scream, "Master is so naughty... Oh... Faster... Please, Master, fuck me quickly..."

"Slut... I'll fuck you to death..."

Yi Long's eyes gleamed with lust as he frantically began to tear at Ao Shuang's clothes...

The naked bodies of the young man and woman began to engage in intense and frenzied intercourse in the darkness. Yi Long pressed Ao Shuang's entire body beneath him, his thick penis galloping freely inside her already wet vagina, like a wild horse riding across a grassland, carrying him across the plains.

"Oh...so good...so good...Master...harder...Shuangnu wants more..."

The once dignified and virtuous Star Moon Palace Saintess had completely lost all sense of shame. Under the thrusting of Yilong's penis, she became alluring, her eyes glazed with desire, her mouth wide open, panting and moaning. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, her eyes filled with pleasure and confusion. Her head shook violently, her body twisting wildly, yet she still couldn't release the surging lust within her.

"Not enough? Not enough...you damned slut..."

Yilong was also panting heavily. He had been working for more than an hour, and even with his exceptional skill in the Qingcheng Jade Chamber Technique, he was exhausted and his legs were weak. Yet, Aoshuang's lust was still unsatisfied.

"I'll fuck you to death..."

Yilong, his eyes bloodshot, threw Aoshuang from the messy bed onto the mahogany table. Her large breasts collided with the table, making a loud noise.

"Oh..."

Ao Shuang let out a soft moan, but Yi Long's penis thrust in again from behind, continuing to pump. It seemed that the change in position made Yi Long even more vigorous, his thrusts even more forceful than before.

The sounds of their bodies slapping together were incessant, the mahogany table legs

creaking as if they might break under the strain. Tears streamed down Ao Shuang's face as she moaned repeatedly, her hands gripping the mahogany table legs, her fingers digging into them. She bit her long hair, tilting her head back to meet Yi Long's thrusts. Her vaginal fluids mingled, flowing from the tabletop to the floor beneath.

"Oh..."

Ao Shuang finally couldn't hold back any longer, her body convulsing wildly as she gave in. A stream of her pure inner energy, her primordial yin essence, flowed through the seminal duct of Yi Long's penis into his dantian, before he ejaculated a large amount of semen deep into her small uterus.

Yi Long pulled out his penis and sat cross-legged on top of her. He felt his dantian was full and swollen, and he could hardly accept any more internal energy. Although he had been absorbing Ao Shuang's primordial yin internal energy through the method of replenishing yang with yin for days, his dantian had reached its limit. In fact, he had even lost some of his internal energy in a few days. He had to replenish it by absorbing Ao Shuang, but he felt that he could not make any progress. Thus, his power could never be compared with that of the Sword God Ao Shuang. Ao Shuang had been fucked by him for more than an hour and had a large amount of primordial yin and internal energy absorbed. Even her iron body could not withstand it. She fell into a deep sleep in the ecstasy of orgasm. Her legs were still twitching involuntarily. Her mons pubis between her legs was swollen high due to the high lust. The engorged buds were more than twice the size of their original size. Her wide-open vagina was still overflowing with white fluid.

"Damn it, damn it, you slut, give me more power! Give me more and more of your strength! I'm going to be invincible! Zhang Xianzhong, Feng Wutian, Wei Zhongxian, Ksitigarbha, and that pretentious Thousand Faces—one day they'll all be under my feet, licking my toes!"

Yi Long roared hysterically, urging his remaining strength to make his shrunken penis persist, still wanting to vigorously fuck the stunning beauty who was lying unconscious on the table.

"Young Master, you truly have lofty ambitions, but asking me to lick my toes is a bit too much, isn't it?"

A gloomy voice instantly extinguished Yi Long's ambition and lust.

"Who's there..."

Yi Long turned around and saw Thousand Faces standing three feet behind him with a gloomy expression. While he and Ao Shuang were having a wild and unrestrained sexual encounter, Thousand Faces had secretly sneaked in without him noticing.

"You... ah... you're the Venerable Envoy, you... what are you doing here..."

Yi Long said, taking two steps back. Even if he were stupid, he could see that Qianmian's intentions were hostile. What important matter could the other party have that would cause him to sneak in during his lovemaking? Moreover, he had just shouted that he wanted Qianmian to lick his toes, and there was no doubt that Qianmian had heard him. At this moment, there were light sounds around, and the Nine Demoness had already sneaked in from outside the window and surrounded him.

Damn it, could this guy be trying to deal with me? Yi Long panicked, but what was worse was that Aoshuang was lying on the table like a rag doll, obviously exhausted from overindulgence and completely unaware of his predicament.

"Young Master was quite spirited just now, thinking that I would lick your toes in the future? Although young people should have great ambitions, isn't it a bit too much to treat an old man like me who is assisting you? Although I am not a man of much backbone, I have no interest in licking Young Master's toes."

Qianmian said coldly.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Your Excellency, you've truly misunderstood. This slut's lustful desires have clouded my judgment; I don't even remember what I just said. If I have offended Your Excellency, please forgive me,"

Yi Long hurriedly bowed and apologized .

"Haha, it's fine for young people to be impetuous, but I'm getting old and timid. I'm always afraid that if the young master becomes too powerful, he'll follow in Zhang Xianzhong's footsteps. To ensure my safety, I have no choice but to trouble the young master,"

Qianmian sneered.

Having said this, Yi Long realized further words were pointless. He suddenly turned and kicked the table, sending it flying. Aoshuang's jade-like body slammed against the wall. At the same time, Yi Long roared, "Slut, there's an assassin! Wake up and help me!" He

then unleashed his full power in both palms, striking Qianmian.

Ao Shuang, having just indulged in excessive sexual activity and exhausted her strength, and having had a large amount of internal energy and yin essence absorbed by Yi Long, was fast asleep on the table when Yi Long suddenly kicked it over. Despite her long-practiced martial arts, her body immediately regained consciousness. She channeled her strength into her waist and spun in the air, but unfortunately, her body, weakened by the previous exertion, was no longer as agile as usual. In mid-air, her waist went numb, and then all four vital points on her limbs were seized. She was, after all, a top-tier expert; although her body was weak, she could still absorb the Qi of the Nine Heavens. The powerful Qi of the Nine Heavens flowed into her body, and the Nine Demonesses who had seized her vital points felt a surge of powerful force on their fingers, almost shaking them off.

Yi Long frantically channeled his internal energy and attacked Qianmian, but Qianmian simply used "Phoenix Undying Body,"

easily deflecting his palm strikes. Although Yi Long's internal energy was profound, his combat experience was extremely poor, and coupled with his chaotic state of mind and Ao Shuang's subjugation by the Nine Demonesses, his anxiety and anger resulted in a wide opening.

The cunning and shrewd Qianmian feigned an attack, taking advantage of Yilong's hasty and reckless advance, and struck him squarely in the dantian with a lightning-fast palm strike.

With a loud "snap," Yilong felt his internal energy rapidly leak out of his dantian. Panicked and helpless, he could only shout, "Help! There's an assassin..."

Qianmian laughed, "Forget about it. Everyone has been drugged by the incense I released. You can shout until you're hoarse, but they won't hear you. Your skill is nothing more than the pure yin internal energy absorbed from those two sluts. It doesn't match your own meridians at all. You think your internal energy is profound, but your foundation is shallow and you're not even enough to fight against a top master."

Yilong, anxious and angry, roared at Aoshuang, "Slut, hurry up and shake them off to help me..."

At this moment, Aoshuang's internal energy was already overflowing. Although the Nine Demoness had her vital points pinned down, she was trembling all over and clearly could not subdue her for long.

Qianmian took out a small drum from his robes and gently tapped it. Yilong felt a sharp pain in his head, as if it were being torn apart. A writhing red mark appeared on the center of his forehead. At the same time, a writhing red mark also appeared on Aoshuang's head as she was forcefully countering the Nine Demoness. She screamed and collapsed to the ground, powerless to resist.

"The Seven Emotions Gu will be given to you to control Liu Aoshuang, this peerless expert. How could such a good thing fall into the hands of an incompetent fellow like you? Haven't you ever thought that your luck is too good? I regret to inform you that while you are planting the Seven Emotions Gu in her, I can also control the Gu Mother in your body, making you and her wish you were dead. If you're smart, don't resist anymore, otherwise I can make you and her die from brain explosion at the same time."

Qianmian tapped the small drum as he sat in a chair, watching Yilong and Aoshuang writhe on the ground in pain.

"Your Excellency, spare me... Your Excellency, spare me... I'll do anything you want, please stop... please stop..."

Yi Long's seven orifices began to bleed. In a moment, he would truly die. At this point, dignity was no longer important to him; he only wanted to live.

Qianmian smiled smugly. In this way, Liao En's precious son, the peerless expert Liu Aoshuang, and Feng Wutian were all under his control. Liao En and Pang Zheng's insistence on supporting this good-for-nothing had only benefited them in the end. He could now smoothly take over all their forces. Now it was his turn to take control of the situation. After living in the shadows for over a decade, he was finally going to have his moment of triumph.

Thousand Faces led the Nine Demoness away from Yi Long's bedroom. Pei Yiting stood at the door, smiling, "Your Excellency, everything went smoothly, right?"

"Yes, you've worked hard as an undercover agent for En these past few days. In a few days, I'll cure your Gu poison. Also, your master wants you to go to the Bliss Pavilion tomorrow night. Remember, go alone,"

Thousand Faces said.

"Bliss Pavilion? Yes, this servant will definitely go."

Yiting wondered what her master wanted her to do at the Bliss Pavilion.

Yun Ao sat on the ground, his eyes vacant, thinking of the time he spent with his father. Why hadn't he said a few more words to him? He was gone so suddenly, without a sound, dying so tragically. Thinking of his father's gruesome death, Yun Ao wanted to slap himself. Where was he when his father was in danger? Did he really have relations with Cao Yawen that night? He seemed to have forgotten everything.

"Brother Qi, may I come in?"

A woman's voice sounded from outside the door.

Yun Ao was taken aback. It sounded like Lian Xinyi's voice. He quickly went to open the door and saw Xinyi standing outside. He hurriedly said, "Miss Lian, what brings you here so late?"

Xinyi blushed slightly and said, "I have something I want to tell you..."

Yun Ao frowned. Men and women shouldn't be so close. It would be bad for her reputation if a young lady came to his room so late at night, especially since he was currently suspected of murdering Wang Zhen.

"Brother Qi, I really don't know who else to tell. I can only... I can only come to you..."

Xinyi said softly.

"Alright, come in and tell me."

Yun Ao thought she probably really had something important to say, so he let her into the room.

After Xinyi entered the house, she sat down in a chair with her head down, remaining silent for a long time. Yun Ao found it strange and couldn't help but ask, "Heroine Lian, what brings you here?"

"I..."

Xinyi hesitated for a moment before saying, "Brother Qi, if an orphan is adopted and raised by someone who then takes her as their disciple and teaches her martial arts like a daughter, shouldn't the orphan repay this kindness immensely?"

"Of course, that's the right thing to do. It's practically a life-saving grace,"

Yun Ao said.

"But what if one day the orphan discovers that her adoptive master isn't the righteous person she imagined, but a hypocrite cloaked in justice, secretly committing heinous acts? What do you think she should do then?"

Xinyi looked up into his eyes.

"What? How could this be? How could such a thing happen?"

Yun Ao was momentarily confused.

"If she were to betray her own family for the greater good, would that be fair to her master's kindness in raising her? But if she were to aid and abet evil, her entire life philosophy would be overturned, and her conscience wouldn't be at peace either. What do you think she should do?" Xin Yi

asked anxiously.

Yun Ao stood up and said, "I only know that I should act with a clear conscience. Righteousness has big and small aspects. Many times we have to make difficult choices, but..."

Yun Ao didn't finish his sentence, but Xin Yi already understood his meaning.

"I understand what you mean, Brother Qi. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry that I had to come and bother you with this. I hope you can take care of yourself..."

Xin Yi gave a bitter smile, got up, and pushed open the door to leave, unaware that Xiao Dan was standing not far outside the door. Watching Xin Yi leave Yun Ao's room, Xiao Dan couldn't help but shed two lines of tears. Zhang Ruoshui emerged from behind her with a sinister smile and said, "What's wrong? Still want to see your lover? What hope do you have? It's better for him to spend the rest of his life with a clean woman than with you, the murderer of his father, right? Come with me, and if you keep your promise, I'll keep mine and let you see your mother and sister."

Xiaodan wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with determination. "Alright, I'll go to the Paradise Pavilion with you. I'll do anything you ask, but you must never tell Brother Qi my secret."

"Of course, it's a deal,"

Zhang Ruoshui said calmly.

"Furong... Furong... how did you become like this?"

Zilong knelt before Furong and cried loudly. The once dashing and charismatic female constable was now staring blankly at him, unable to recognize him.

"Be quiet! Do you want everyone to hear?"

Xiaofeng snapped. She had secretly brought Furong to the Li residence, but Zilong had seen it. Under questioning, she had no choice but to tell the truth, and Zilong was devastated by the shock, almost having a mental breakdown.

"It's all my fault... Damn Wang Du, I swear I won't rest until I kill this lecherous scoundrel..."

Zilong's eyes were bloodshot as he smashed a mahogany eight-immortal table to pieces with a powerful punch. Normally, his skill wouldn't be enough to break the hard mahogany table, but because of the "Heart Sutra" he had cultivated in his extreme anger,

the power of his punch was more than twice as great as usual. His fist was also smashed to pieces, with flesh and bone visible, but he felt no pain at all in his anger.

"You..."

Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a pang when she saw Zilong like this. He seemed to care about Miss, not as heartless as she had imagined. But why had he treated Miss like this before?

"If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Do you think you can just yell a few words and smash a table and make it all go away? Even if Miss is healed, after she regains her senses, how can she bear such humiliation..."

Thinking of Furong being defiled and humiliated by Wang Du and then left so mentally impaired, Xiaofeng's eyes reddened.

“I…I’ll find Doctor Zhang…maybe…maybe he has a way. By the way, I’ve heard there’s a miraculous medicine in the martial arts world called Forget-Me-Not Powder. Taking a certain dose can erase memories for a period of time. Maybe Doctor Zhang has this medicine.”

“Forget-Me-Not Powder…is there really such a miraculous medicine? If Miss can forget what happened in the past month, then…then she won’t have to endure such painful memories anymore?”

Xiao Feng couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope.

“Let’s go find Doctor Zhang right now. If he has this miraculous medicine, I will beg him to give Furong the medicine no matter the cost,”

Zi Long said excitedly.

The two, accompanied by Furong, arrived at Zhang Ruoshui's courtyard. They were greeted by Lu Tianyou, who explained that the renowned physician Zhang had gone out to treat patients that evening and he didn't know when he would return. Zilong then explained their purpose. Tianyou, quite sympathetic to Furong's plight, claimed he had heard Zhang Ruoshui mention such a medicine and that he might indeed possess it, promising to help them find a cure. Zilong was overjoyed and thanked Tianyou profusely. Meanwhile, Luohan, eavesdropping outside, was filled with frustration. It seemed this bitch would soon be cured, and he could no longer enjoy her body. He should hurry and trick Xiaofeng into bed to enjoy her virginity.

In the East Depot's training hall, the Ninth Prince sat on the bluestone floor, his body constantly enveloped in purple aura. The two contrasting purple energies made the temperature in the training hall strangely unequal—one side unbearably hot, the other bitterly cold.

As the Ninth Prince reached the peak of his cultivation, he roared, "Attack!"

A dozen or so Imperial Guards from the Eastern Depot, standing ten feet away, raised over a dozen arquebuses, aimed them at him, and pulled the triggers.

A series of deafening "bang, bang, bang!" echoed. At such close range, even the eight heavily armored cavalry would have found it difficult to withstand the barrage of arquebus bullets. Then, astonishingly, all the bullets fired from the arquebuses hovered in mid-air, stopping three feet away from the Ninth Prince's protective purple aura, unable to advance any further.

The Ninth Prince took a breath, gathered the dozen or so bullets into his palm, and squeezed them. Instantly, the bullets were crushed into a ball, turning into a pool of molten iron that fell to the floor.

The Ninth Prince nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with his protective inner energy. He then ordered, "Bring me the steel plate I use for training."

To please him, Cui Yingyuan hurriedly brought in a heavy steel plate weighing several thousand kilograms from outside. This steel plate, though called a steel plate, was actually composed of three steel plates over a foot thick, stacked together, about five feet high and three feet thick—a massive, incredibly heavy block of steel, impervious to even the most powerful cannons in the world.

"Step back..."

At the Ninth Prince's command, the Imperial Guards hastily retreated outside. The Ninth Prince pushed the power of the Sun and Moon Mirror to its limit, condensing "Great Sun Purple Qi" in his right palm. With a powerful thrust

, a stream of purple qi struck the steel plate, instantly turning it red-hot. The Ninth Prince

then condensed "Taiyin Purple Qi" in his left hand, thrusting it out again. In the blink of an eye, the fiery red steel plate cooled down, encasing itself in a layer of solid ice.

The Ninth Prince squinted at the steel plate before him, then unleashed a powerful punch, striking the very center of the plate. With a deafening "

crack," a massive hole, the size of a washbasin, was blasted through the three-foot-thick steel plate, the blasted steel fragments crashing into the stone wall of the training room. Such power was truly unprecedented.

After unleashing his fierce attack, the Ninth Prince exhaled a breath of true energy and said, "Alright, come in..."

Cui Yingyuan pushed open the door and exclaimed in admiration, "Father, you are truly invincible! I could smash this thick steel plate for ten days and ten nights with a sledgehammer and still not break through it, yet you pierced it with a single punch! Have you perhaps achieved the unity of the sun and moon?"

"Not yet. My progress is faster than expected, but how easy is it to fully integrate the power of the sun and moon? To put it bluntly, I can only pierce this steel block by using extreme heat and cold to make it brittle. If the power of the sun and moon were combined, even a ten-foot-thick steel plate could be pierced instantly with a single blow. My protective true qi can currently block firearms like muskets without any problem, but it would be a bit difficult against cannons like the Tiger Crouching Cannon. If it were a heavy cannonball from the Red Coat Cannon, I would be either dead or seriously injured. Back then, after Emperor Hongwu achieved the unity of the sun and moon, he was invincible in taking the head of a Tartar general in front of a vast army. He could kill his way through the Tartar army as if it were empty, and he was unharmed by swords, arrows, or even cannon fire. He had truly reached the level of being able to defeat ten thousand men."

Qian Sui said wistfully.

"Father's talent is unparalleled; achieving the unity of sun and moon is just around the corner. Oh, my informant in the Li residence has new intelligence. Please take a look, Father."

Cui Yingyuan presented a scroll.

The Ninth Prince took it, took out a medicine bottle from his robes, smeared the writing on the scroll, and after reading it, casually flicked it, turning it to ashes. He pondered for a moment and uttered three words: "Demon King's Palace..."

Cui Yingyuan was taken aback and said, "Father, what did you say?"

"Nothing. Go and find Cao Jie. I have questions for him..."

the Ninth Prince said in a deep voice. Cui Yingyuan didn't dare to ask any more questions and hurriedly turned around to find Cao Jie.

Soon, Cao Jie rushed into the room, knelt down, and whispered, "Lord Eunuch, I am guilty..."

"Hmph, you do know your guilt. Today is the tenth day, and you still haven't found Liu Aoxue's whereabouts. I told you before that if you couldn't find her..."

The Ninth Prince's tone was clearly filled with anger.

"I deserve to die, I am incompetent. I have been worried about my poor daughter Yawen these days, which has made me very anxious. I have searched all the intelligence organizations in the capital but have no news of Miss Liu. Yesterday, the assassins rescued my daughter. Alas... she has been raped and defiled by those beasts and is covered in wounds and barely clinging to life..."

Cao Jie wiped away his tears. He knew that the Ninth Prince still valued Yawen quite a bit and might not punish him severely for her sake.

As expected, the Ninth Prince sighed and said, "This child has truly suffered this time. It's truly tragic that she's ended up like this. I hope Minister Ma won't despise her. After this matter, I will find a way to let her leave the Eastern Depot and marry someone peacefully so she can live out the rest of her life without having to live a life of bloodshed. I will make those righteous people repay her a hundredfold for treating her this way. I should severely punish you for your poor performance, but for Ya Wen's sake, I will spare you this time. I will deduct half a year's salary and give you ten more days. If you still can't find her, you can forget about being the commander."

"Thank you, Your Excellency. I will definitely find Miss Liu within ten days to repay your great kindness. If I still can't find her, I will have no face to see Your Excellency again,"

Cao Jie said shrilly, his heart pounding with anxiety. This was his last chance. If he couldn't find Liu Aoxue, his position as the commander of the tenth circuit of the Embroidered Uniform Guard would truly be over.

Cao Jie and Cui Yingyuan left the room. The Ninth Prince looked at the three-foot-long steel plate that had been blasted through and pondered, "Although my skill has improved by leaps and bounds, I'm still far from achieving the unity of sun and moon. If I concentrated my inner force in my fingers, its power would be even greater. If I want to reach a higher level in a short time, it seems I'll need some external assistance. Those righteous guys are truly despicable, but the Demon King's Palace is an even greater threat. It seems they're brewing some big operation. Alright… let those guys from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect deal with Li Mu and the others, while I…"

Cui Yingyuan stood outside the door, thinking about something else. He had just received a message via carrier pigeon containing two slips of paper. One of them wasn't written with any medicine but directly with ink, instructing him to go to the Pleasure Pavilion in the capital tonight. Strange, why would his sworn brother Zhang Ruoshui want him there? Could it be some secret he wanted to be told in person?

Several burly men carried the naked Aoxue forward. Aoxue felt excruciating pain in her breasts and genitals. What shamed her even more was that she had been pierced with nipple and genital rings. How could she face anyone if word got out? The physical pain was accompanied by a tingling, itchy, and aching sensation, especially in her genitals…

She couldn't believe that her second sister would betray her and conspire with their enemy, Wang Du, to plot against her. Thinking back, if she hadn't been so focused on seeking revenge on her brother-in-law that she had abandoned her by the roadside and handed her over to Li Mi, instead of letting her suffer the humiliation at the hands of Wang Du, Jiang Chengfeng, and others, her personality wouldn't have changed so drastically. Was this what they called retribution?

No… I still want to see my brother-in-law, I still want to see her again. Overwhelmed with grief, Ao Xue tried desperately to expel the golden needles from her body, but a sharp pain shot through her dantian, making it difficult to gather her true energy. Clearly, the poison within her was acting up. She had always wondered why the poison was spreading so rapidly, and now she understood that Pan'er had secretly added a small amount of poison to her healing medicine a few days ago. Because it was only a little each time, she hadn't noticed it while practicing, but over time, a considerable amount had accumulated in her body. When she inhaled another poison just now, the two poisons combined and immediately exerted ten times the toxicity, making it difficult for her to gather her true energy. Even with her "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Technique," at

the eighth level, she couldn't expel the poison and the golden needles from her body, unless… unless she cultivated to the ninth level and could absorb the Qi of the Nine Heavens, perhaps she could reverse the situation.

As Ao Xue was thinking, a stone house appeared before her, several dozen feet in circumference. Inside, there were many strange things. In the center was a high platform, below which was a large, round glass vat, more than two feet high and four feet wide, filled with clear water. Several burly men put Ao Xue down and began to grope her body, touching her large breasts, genitals, and small feet. Ao Xue was both ashamed and angry, wishing she could immediately cut off their filthy hands.

"Miss Liu, I'll let you wash in this vat now, as a way of showing hospitality. However, your martial arts are too high, so I'll have to tie your hands before you wash..."

Wang Du gestured, and several burly men took out cowhide ropes and tied Ao Xue's jade-like arms behind her back. Ao Xue was powerless to resist and could only submit to their cruelty.

"Alright, send Miss Liu into the vat for a good wash..."

At Wang Du's command, several burly men threw Ao Xue straight into the glass vat.

Ao Xue felt a chill run through her body. She had held her breath before entering the water, and her feet bounced off the bottom. Although her legs were weak, she managed to keep her head above water with little effort. Having lived in the Star Moon Palace since childhood, she loved bathing in the Star Moon Pool, so she was a good swimmer. Her naked body, reflected in the glass, resembled a mermaid for the lecherous men to admire, but it was even more alluring than usual.

Wang Du lewdly laughed, "Wonderful! Miss Liu is like a princess in the Dragon Palace now. If the Dragon King had such a beautiful daughter, he probably wouldn't be able to control his manhood and would want to sleep with her." The

lecherous men around them laughed and cursed, leaving Ao Xue at a loss. She could only bend her legs to protect her breasts, her toes pressed together to cover her genitals. Although this posture was quite pathetic, it at least gave her some comfort.

"Fatty, you threw her into this vat just to feast your eyes?"

Pan'er sneered from the side.

"My dear aunt, don't be impatient, the best is yet to come..."

Wang Du waved his hand, and a burly man grabbed a bag of wriggling things and walked to the top of the vat. Ao Xue had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen, and nervously stared at the top, shouting, "What do you want to do? What do you want to do?"

"Miss Liu, it's a bit lonely for you to bathe alone, so I've found some friends for you to bathe with and help you scrub."

After saying that, he shouted to the burly man, "Do it..."

The burly man pointed the tightly tied bag at the vat, and gray rats jumped out of the bag and fell headlong at Ao Xue...

"Ah..."

No matter how brave a woman is, she has an innate fear of rats, and Ao Xue was no exception. This terrifying scene scared her so much that she almost cramped up. She quickly sank her body straight to the bottom of the water, and countless rats had already fallen into the water and scattered, some of them starting to burrow underwater.

"Miss Liu, I forgot to tell you these are water rats. Why don't you show off your unparalleled martial arts and have some fun with them? We'll all cheer you on!"

Wang Du laughed wildly, his fat face jiggling with laughter...

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