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"puff!"
A mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, gushed out from Wu Ma's mouth.
Her body was struck head-on by a battering ram, sent flying backward by the unparalleled force, tracing a horrifying arc in the air before crashing heavily into a stone wall seven or eight meters away with a muffled thud that sent chills down one's spine.
Then, like a broken rag doll with all its bones removed, she slid softly down the wall to the ground, curled up in a ball, her whole body convulsing violently, unable to get up again.
Her cold face was now filled with pain, humiliation, and a trace of fear—a fear she herself couldn't comprehend, the result of being utterly conquered by an absolute masculine power.
The stone chamber fell silent once more.
Wang Meng slowly pulled back his outstretched back, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his breath carried a scorching heat.
He glanced down at the still bulging outline of his crotch, then looked away indifferently, as if he had just done something insignificant.
Huang Rong stood aside, completely dumbfounded.
This wasn't the first time she'd seen someone use something like that as a weapon.
But the fact that it actually managed to shatter the katana made of refined steel was completely beyond her comprehension.
Is it really indestructible?
Her gaze, uncontrollably, slowly shifted from Wu Ma, who was curled up on the ground, to Wang Meng's imposing body.
Finally, as if by some strange twist of fate, it landed on his prominent, bulging groin.
For some reason, her cheeks suddenly flushed a hot blush, which also turned her fair neck and the base of her ears pink.
A strange heat rose from deep within her lower abdomen, making her legs feel slightly weak.
In that eerie and deathly silence, a muffled whooshing sound suddenly came from inside the stone gate!
"boom!"
A disheveled figure was thrown out of the Jade Cave like trash, landing heavily on the ground not far from Wu Ma, kicking up a cloud of dust.
It was none other than Murong Fu, who had just charged in with great enthusiasm!
His clothes were disheveled, his hair ornament was askew, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His face was filled with a distorted expression of horror and disbelief. Where was the "Southern Murong" demeanor?
Immediately afterwards, two figures slowly, step by step, emerged from the deep, dark stone gate.
The moment they saw who it was, both Wang Meng and Huang Rong gasped in shock.
The woman who emerged was dressed in a simple yet magnificent palace gown.
Her figure and appearance were exactly like Wang Yuyan's, exquisitely beautiful, like a fairy.
On her shoulder was Wang Yuyan, who had fallen into a coma.
If Wang Yuyan is a secluded orchid in a valley, glistening with morning dew, then the woman before them is a black datura blooming in a pool of blood, utterly bewitching.
Her face was expressionless, as calm as a frozen lake.
But those eyes, which should have been as bright and lively as autumn water, were now a bottomless, deathly black.
In that dark depths, there was not a trace of human emotion or reason, only swirling, terrifying madness and chaos!
This is clearly... a case of demonic possession!
However, what truly terrified Huang Rong was not the woman's bizarre attire and cold demeanor, but rather the former "Southern Murong" lying on the ground.
The reason it is referred to as the former Murong of the South is...
It was because, under the astonished and uncertain gazes of the crowd, Murong Fu's originally robust and upright body began to "wither" at a speed visible to the naked eye!
His tattered blue brocade robe, though worn and tattered, was made of extremely expensive material and was tailor-made to fit perfectly. Yet, at this moment, it looked like a bulky rag hanging on a loose skeleton, appearing empty and flimsy.
The firm muscles on his cheeks quickly relaxed and sagged, and soon only a layer of dry skin remained, clinging tightly to his cheekbones.
His once lustrous black hair had lost all its shine and become like withered grass.
In just a few breaths, that elegant and outstanding young talent turned into a emaciated, sunken-eyed, lifeless... zombie!
He could no longer feel the slightest fluctuation of internal energy throughout his body.
He was crippled, utterly crippled, even weaker than an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts.
This is clearly... this is the kind of miserable state that comes from having one's life's worth of power drained!
Huang Rong felt a chill run from her tailbone straight up to the top of her head.
Murong Fu's miserable state, where all his life's power was drained and he was like a living corpse, is the most direct and terrifying proof!
The woman, however, seemed completely unaware of this.
She threw Wang Yuyan, who had no martial arts skills and was unconscious, onto the ground.
Then he slowly walked to the center of the stone chamber, and like a hungry diner choosing his dinner, his gaze swept calmly, even somewhat vacantly, over Wu Ma curled up on the ground, his eyes carrying a pure indifference, as if he had seen the last bit of scraps on the plate.
It's edible, but not tasty!
It wasn't until she saw Huang Rong that a smile appeared on her face.
Clearly, Huang Rong is a delicious dessert.
Finally, her gaze fell on Wang Meng.
For the first time, a ripple appeared in those dark, lifeless eyes.
She didn't seem to be looking at Wang Meng's face, nor at his muscular physique.
Her gaze seemed to penetrate flesh and blood, drawn to something more primal and pure—a powerful yang energy emanating from Wang Meng's body, almost tangible, and brimming with vitality!
That aura, to her at this moment, was like a campfire in the dark night, or a spring in the desert, filled with a deadly temptation!
Her gaze, ultimately precise and devoid of any shame or emotion, landed on Wang Meng's crotch, still bulging with primal vitality and domineering aura from the previous battle.
In those dark eyes, the swirling madness seemed to have found an outlet.
For the first time, a subtle change appeared on her stunningly beautiful face—she tilted her head slightly, like a wild beast that had discovered the perfect prey, revealing a hunger that was a mixture of extreme desire and pure curiosity.
It was a hunger that transcended species, transcended reason, and was pure to the extreme.
Its (which could no longer be called "her") dark, hole-like eyes were fixed on Wang Meng, or more accurately, on the surging yang energy within him that burned like a furnace, almost bursting out of his body.
At this moment, what drives this exquisitely beautiful body is only the most primal instinct, originating from the life form itself—survival, and...eating.
In its perception, the Wang Meng before it was no longer a human being.
He is a walking, enormous, and endlessly alluring yang elixir!
It is an active volcano formed from the essence, energy, spirit, blood, and flesh!
That extremely vigorous life force was the only supreme treasure within its body capable of suppressing, calming, and even devouring and merging the chaotic true energy that was on the verge of collapse.
As long as... as long as I can devour him completely, chew up his bones, his flesh, his blood, and his purest primordial yang energy, swallow them, and make them my own... then the violent power within my body, capable of destroying the world, will completely submit!
"Well……"
A low, inhuman breath, filled with greed and longing, escaped from its slightly parted, which should have been incredibly rosy lips.
A strand of clear, viscous saliva, uncontrollably, slid slowly down the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her magnificent palace dress, leaving a negligible wet stain.
It moved.
There was no warning, no opening move.
Its body leaned slightly forward, its steps as light as a weightless feather, yet its speed exceeded the limits of human vision!
In just a moment, its eerie afterimage remained where it stood, but its true form, like a black lightning bolt, pounced straight at Wang Meng!
As it charged forward, an invisible yet incredibly powerful suction force suddenly erupted around its body!
Beiming Divine Art!
But this is no longer the free and unrestrained martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, which emphasized "embracing all rivers".
In its hands at this moment, this divine skill has been twisted into the most primitive and domineering tool of plunder!
It is no longer a "sea", but a "black hole" that wants to devour everything!
The air inside the stone chamber was instantly stirred into a huge vortex by this suction force.
The dust on the ground, fragments of Murong Fu's tattered robe, and even some broken stones were all swept up by this force and frantically converged towards its body. Then, when they came within three feet of its body, they were pulverized into dust by the protective, chaotic true energy!
Huang Rong felt a tremendous force suddenly pull her body, making her lose her balance and almost being sucked into the air!
She was terrified and cried out in a shrill voice, "Be careful! It's the Northern Darkness Divine Art!"
She wants to absorb your power!
She wanted to help, but faced with that overwhelming suction force, she was already struggling to keep her own balance, let alone lend a hand!
That suction force centered on the woman in palace attire was not simply an airflow, but a more fundamental form of plunder!
Inside the stone chamber, it seemed as if it had instantly transformed into a pond being drained.
The air emitted a low, thirsty hum, no longer a freely flowing medium, but a viscous, forcibly stretched gel.
On the ground, all the tiny pebbles, dust, and even the last remaining tattered pieces of cloth on Murong Fu's body were sucked into the air, as if swept up by a gale.
For the first time, Wang Meng's expression changed.
That wasn't fear, but rather the extreme, solemn vigilance of a wild beast encountering its natural enemy!
Words also appeared above the pupils.
This reminded Wang Meng that the title of "Heavenly Eunuch" was one step further away from him.
[Discovering the Ultimate Secret of the Langhuan Jade Cave (1/1)]
This should have been a joyous occasion.
But Wang Meng couldn't laugh.
Because his abundant masculine energy surged violently through his meridians, like boiling oil thrown into ice water.
He could clearly feel that his life essence was being "lured" and "pulled" out of his body little by little by an irresistible force!
This is not martial arts at all!
This is sorcery!
He assumed a horse stance, and the muscles in his legs instantly swelled to their limit, like the roots of two ancient trees deeply embedded in the ground.
The ground beneath his feet creaked under the weight, leaving two clear white cracks as he stomped on it.