Qiao San’s head lunged forward fiercely, the blood mark on his brow striking precisely against Chi Ya’s forehead, causing the Young Master Chen Yuan to bleed profusely and appear disheveled and wretched. The rogue did not immediately retaliate for the vengeance burning in his chest. With hatred spilling from his heart, he gritted his teeth and spat out each word slowly, “Know this—back in the Ghost Forest, you killed my elder brother—my own flesh and blood. Now, descend to the underworld and repent before him!”
Murderous intent filled the heavens and earth. Qiao San wasted no time. His face tightened, his fingers clenched, and with a crack, the demon-possessed rogue tore his enemy’s throat out with sheer force.
A massive jet of blood erupted. Within the pavilion, the Wind and Rain Sages roared furiously. Their immortal swords flew from their hands, unleashing the power of immortals across the sky, sealing every escape route for the demonic fiend.
Qiao San, eyes bloodshot, spun in place, instantly transforming into a whirlwind of red. The two immortal swords were blown aside effortlessly. Then, the whirlwind surged again, hurling Chi Ya’s corpse violently toward the approaching Wind and Rain Sages.
“Demon! Return our Young Master’s life!”
Wind Sage caught Chi Ya’s body midair, while Rain Sage didn’t hesitate—retrieving his sword with a flick of his hand. A brilliant flash tore through space, and with the first strike, sliced through the loose strands of hair beside the rogue’s neck.
The power of an Immortal Sage was beyond Qiao San’s capacity to resist. He could only retreat rapidly. Blood sprayed as a blade pierced the wild rogue’s chest, a glowing light chasing his throat—a moment so perilous it hung by a thread.
The Immortal Sage’s sword pierced skin, sliced through flesh, and drew blood. Then it aimed straight for the rogue’s throat. In the sunlight, the crimson mist painted a grotesque beauty, and the stench of blood filled the hearts of both righteous and evil. In this moment of utmost peril, the rogue did something utterly unthinkable.
Gritting his teeth, Qiao San grabbed the Kun Yuan Sword lodged in his chest and pulled. The blade tore through half his torso, slicing through rows of ribs, until finally… the divine sword left his body.
“Dang—” In an instant, a metallic clang rang out, sharp and strange—the Kun Yuan Sword had actually blocked Rain Sage’s immortal blade.
The miracle didn’t end there. The divine sword in Qiao San’s grasp seemed to shed its grime, emitting a majestic, blood-red glow that even the Dragon Matriarch dared not gaze upon directly.
“No good! The sword spirit has revived—it’s chosen its master! Kun Yuan Sword has acknowledged its owner!” A rare cry of alarm came from the Dragon Matriarch within the crowd. Only cultivators above the Immortal Sage level could understand the horror of this—once a divine sword revived, its power would surge a hundredfold.
As if to confirm the Dragon Matriarch’s fears, with a single slash of Qiao San’s wrist, the red glow passed through, and Rain Sage’s immortal sword split cleanly in two.
When a sword breaks, its master is wounded. An immortal sword is bound to its cultivator’s life force. Rain Sage spat blood and fell from the sky, unexpectedly defeated by the rogue.
“What a sword!” Qiao San endured unbearable pain, suppressing it with sheer willpower. He snapped his fingers lightly, listening intently to the soulful hum of the revived sword. Secretly, he was proud of his Ten-Sun Blood—within the Three Realms, who else but Qiao San could resurrect a dead sword spirit?
At this moment, the rogue was drenched in blood, his internal organs nearly exposed. Unfortunately, neither Chi Ya nor Rain Sage had possessed enough strength to push him into the Ten-Death Calamity.
“Third Young Master, flee quickly!” Although Number Twelve did not appear in space, Xuan Hu’s concern reached Qiao San’s ears, snapping him out of his haze of hatred and blood.
Even a demon-possessed rogue is still a rogue—his mischievous nature remained unchanged. With his enemies dead, why stay and be someone else’s punching bag?
As soon as the thought arose, Qiao San turned and fled.
Though this tale seems long, it all happened in an instant. When Qiao San turned to escape, Wind Sage had just caught Chi Ya’s corpse, Rain Sage’s broken sword still flying midair, and the crowd of cultivators had only just risen from their seats.
“Demon! You must not be allowed to live!” A dignified voice echoed above Qiao San. Though the tone was smooth and majestic, to Qiao San’s ears it was like thunderclaps, shaking his battered body and making him stagger, his ghost cloud trembling violently beneath his feet.
The Lord of the Four Seas had finally acted. The Great Luo Golden Immortal, who had long hated Qiao San, was infamous for his cruelty throughout the Three Realms. Though he did not use his most powerful divine treasures, the fierce force in his sleeves alone was enough to change the heavens and earth!
Qiao San’s head slammed forward violently, the blood mark on his forehead colliding squarely with Chi Ya’s brow, leaving the young master of Dust Fate bloodied and disheveled. The rogue did not immediately seek vengeance; a surge of hatred made him speak through gritted teeth, each word dripping with venom: “You know, you killed my elder brother—my own flesh and blood—in the Ghost Forest. Now, go to the underworld and beg for his forgiveness!”
The air was thick with killing intent. Qiao San wasted no more time. His cheeks tightened, his fingers clenched, and with a sickening crunch, the demonized rogue tore out his enemy’s throat with sheer brute force.
A torrent of blood gushed forth. Inside the colorful pavilion, the Wind and Rain Hermits roared in fury. Their immortal swords flew from their hands, and the power of the semi-immortals filled the space, sealing off any chance for the demon to escape.
Qiao San’s eyes burned red as he spun in place, transforming into a crimson whirlwind that blew the two immortal swords aside. The whirlwind surged again, hurling Chi Ya’s corpse toward the charging Wind and Rain Hermits.
“Demon, return our young master’s life!” shouted the Wind Hermit as he caught Chi Ya’s body. The Rain Hermit, without pause, raised his hand and summoned his sword back. A flash of light tore through the void, and the first strike severed the rogue’s loose hair by his neck.
The power of the semi-immortals was beyond Qiao San’s ability to withstand. He could only retreat. Blood mist sprayed as the wild rogue had a blade embedded in his chest, and a beam of light chased his throat. The situation was dire, a hair’s breadth from disaster.
The semi-immortal’s sword pierced skin, flesh, and drew blood, then thrust toward Qiao San’s throat. The gruesome blood mist shimmered eerily in the sunlight, the scent of blood dominating the minds of both good and evil. In this critical moment, the rogue made an unimaginable counterattack.
Gritting his teeth, Qiao San grabbed the Qiankun Sword embedded in his chest and pulled. The blade split open half his chest, shattered his ribs, and finally… the divine sword left his body.
“Clang!” In a flash of sparks, the metallic clash was sudden and bizarre—the Qiankun Sword had blocked the Rain Hermit’s immortal sword.
But the miracle didn’t end there. The divine sword, now in Qiao San’s hand, seemed to shed its dust, emitting a blood-red glow so fierce that even the Dragon Mother dared not look directly at it.
“Disaster! The sword spirit has revived! The Taixu Qiankun Sword has chosen its master!” A rare cry of alarm rose from the crowd. Only those at the level of semi-immortals or higher understood the terror of a revived divine sword—its power would increase a hundredfold.
As if to confirm the Dragon Mother’s fears, with a flick of Qiao San’s wrist, the red light split the Rain Hermit’s immortal sword in two.
A broken sword meant a wounded wielder. The Rain Hermit, connected to his sword by life force, spat blood and fell to the mortal realm, unexpectedly defeated by the rogue.
“Fine sword!” Qiao San endured immense pain, flicking his finger and listening intently to the spiritual resonance of the revived divine sword. He secretly reveled in his Ten Yang Blood—who else in the three realms could revive a dead sword spirit but him, Qiao San?
Now, the rogue’s body was drenched in blood, his internal organs faintly exposed to the air. Yet, neither Chi Ya nor the Rain Hermit had the power to push him into the Ten Death Tribulation.
“Third Young Master, flee!” Twelve’s voice echoed in the void, and the concern of the Mystic Fox pierced Qiao San’s ears, snapping the rogue out of his bloodlust and hatred.
The demonized rogue—still a rogue—retained his scoundrel nature. His enemy was dead; why stay and become someone else’s punching bag?
With that thought, Qiao San turned and fled.
Though it seemed like a long sequence, it all happened in mere moments. By the time Qiao San turned, the Wind Hermit had just caught Chi Ya’s corpse, the Rain Hermit’s broken sword was still mid-air, and a crowd of cultivators had just risen from their seats.
“Demon, you shall not escape!” A commanding voice echoed above Qiao San. Though the tone was smooth and dignified, to Qiao San’s ears, it was like a thunderclap, causing his heavily injured body to stagger and the ghostly cloud beneath his feet to sway.
The Lord of the Four Seas had finally made his move. The Great Luo Golden Immortal, long harboring hatred for Qiao San, was renowned for his ruthlessness across the three realms. Though he didn’t use his most powerful divine artifact, his sharp water sleeves were enough to shake heaven and earth!
The three-foot water sleeves fluttered in the wind, then surged forward like iron plates. Qiao San blocked with his sword, but despite the Qiankun Sword’s might, the rogue was sent flying like a meteor, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact, creating a human-shaped crater.
The divine sword flew from his hand, then transformed into a beam of light and re-entered Qiao San’s body. Once the Taixu divine weapon chose its master, no one else could claim it.
“Giggle, giggle…” The Jade Fan’s laughter was always enchanting, her figure delicate and alluring, captivating and bewitching.
“Dragon Mother, after thousands of years, your temper is still as fiery as ever.”
A white jade fan, enlarged to over ten feet, swept through the air, positioning itself between Qiao San and the Dragon Mother. At this critical moment, the Princess of the Demon Realm finally appeared. The Ten Yang Body had successfully demonized, and now it was her time to shine.
“Hmph!” The ruthless Dragon Mother stood with her sleeves retracted, her hair fluttering without wind, her fierce aura soaring to the heavens.
The air was thick with killing intent, the storm clouds pressing down. In such a tense and grave moment, the mortals on the ground should have scattered in fear. Yet, from the emperor to the officials, they stood dumbfounded, gazing upward, entranced by the once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. Even the danger to their lives couldn’t suppress their mesmerized gazes.
In the sky, the towering Dragon Mother and the slender Jade Fan stood opposite each other. The unparalleled beauty of the Five Great Beauties of Heaven and Earth was indeed well-deserved. The majestic elegance of the Dragon Mother and the ethereal allure of the Jade Fan each had their own charm, not diminished by their contrast but rather enhanced by it.
The world’s breath paused between these two peerless beauties. In the human-shaped crater, a man on the verge of collapse found his thoughts drifting further. Even the bone-deep pain couldn’t suppress the surge of his lustful heart!
“Heh, heh… If I could pin down the Dragon Mother and embrace the Jade Fan, that… hush, would be the ultimate dream of every man in the three realms!”
“Ugh!” As his heart burned with desire, the man wanted to dance with joy. But as he moved his limbs, he realized there wasn’t a single intact part of his body. The image in his mind shifted instantly—the majestic beauty turned into ruthless ferocity, the ethereal allure became sinister and terrifying.
“Damn it! No fun at all!” The beautiful fantasy was replaced by the harsh reality of blades and blood. The man’s lustful heart was finally frozen by fear. The beauties were indeed beautiful, but they lacked the warmth and softness of true women!
The divine sword flew from his hand, then transformed into a beam of light and vanished into his body. Once the Supreme Kun Yuan Weapon had chosen its master, no one else could ever claim it again.
“Ke… ke…” As always, the sound of Yu Shan’s laughter was enchanting, her graceful figure as delicate and seductive as ever.
“Dragon Matriarch, after thousands of years, your temper is still as fierce as ever.”
A white jade fan, enlarged to over a zhang in length, swept across the sky, blocking the path between Qiao San and the Dragon Matriarch. At this critical moment, the Princess of Ten Thousand Demons finally appeared. Qiao San’s Ten-Sun Body had successfully entered demonic transformation. Now it was time for the Princess of the Underworld to shine.
“Hmph!” The venomous Dragon Matriarch withdrew her sleeves, her hair flowing effortlessly around her temples, her murderous aura piercing the heavens.
Qiao San’s head slammed forward with brutal force, the blood mark on his forehead colliding directly with Chi Ya’s brow, causing the young master of Dust Fate to bleed profusely and appear utterly disheveled. The ruffian did not immediately seek vengeance; instead, a deep-seated hatred welled up within him, and he spat out each word through gritted teeth, “You know, you killed my elder brother—my own flesh and blood—in the Ghost Forest. Now, go to the underworld and beg for his forgiveness!”
The air was thick with killing intent. Qiao San wasted no more time. His cheeks tightened, his fingers clenched, and with a sickening crack, the demonized ruffian tore out his enemy’s throat with sheer brute force.
A torrent of blood gushed forth. Inside the colorful pavilion, the Wind and Rain Hermits roared in fury. Their immortal swords flew from their hands, and the power of the semi-immortals filled the space, sealing off any chance for the demon to escape.
Qiao San, his eyes bloodshot, spun in place and instantly transformed into a crimson whirlwind. With a single gust, he blew the two immortal swords aside. The whirlwind surged again, hurling Chi Ya’s corpse toward the rapidly approaching Wind and Rain Hermits.
“Demon, return our young master’s life!” shouted the Wind Hermit as he caught Chi Ya’s body. The Rain Hermit, without pause, raised his hand and summoned his sword back. A flash of light tore through the void, and the first strike severed the loose strands of hair by the ruffian’s neck.
The power of the semi-immortals was beyond Qiao San’s ability to withstand. He had no choice but to retreat. Blood mist sprayed as the wild ruffian found a sharp blade embedded in his chest, while another light pursued his throat. The situation was dire, a matter of life and death.
The semi-immortal’s sword pierced skin, flesh, and drew blood, then thrust toward Qiao San’s throat. The gruesome blood mist reflected a bewitching hue under the sunlight, and the scent of blood overwhelmed both the righteous and the wicked. In this critical moment, the ruffian made an unimaginable counterattack.
Gritting his teeth, Qiao San grabbed the Qiankun Sword embedded in his chest and pulled. The blade tore through half his chest, severing rows of ribs, and finally… the divine sword left his body.
“Clang—” In a flash of sparks, the metallic clang was sudden and eerie. The Qiankun Sword had blocked the Rain Hermit’s immortal sword.
But the miracle didn’t end there. The divine sword, now in Qiao San’s hand, seemed to shed its dust. With a majestic roar, it emitted a crimson light so intense that even the Dragon Mother dared not look directly at it.
“Disaster! The sword spirit has revived! The Taixu Qiankun Sword has chosen its master!” Among the crowd, the Dragon Mother’s rare cry of alarm rang out. Only those at the level of semi-immortals or higher could understand the terror of this event—the revival of a divine sword would multiply its power a hundredfold.
As if to confirm the Dragon Mother’s fears, with a flick of Qiao San’s wrist, the crimson light sliced through the Rain Hermit’s immortal sword, cleaving it in two.
A broken sword meant a wounded wielder. The immortal sword and its master were intrinsically linked, and the Rain Hermit spat blood as he plummeted to the mortal realm, unexpectedly defeated by the ruffian.
“A fine sword!” Qiao San endured the boundless pain, flicking his finger and listening intently to the spiritual resonance of the revived divine sword. He secretly prided himself on his Ten Yang Blood—who else in the heavens, the earth, or the three realms could revive a dead sword spirit but Qiao San?
By now, the ruffian was drenched in blood, his internal organs faintly exposed to the air. Yet, neither Chi Ya nor the Rain Hermit had the power to push him into the Ten Death Tribulation.
“Third Young Master, flee!” Twelve’s figure did not appear in the space, but the Black Fox’s concern reached Qiao San’s ears, jolting the demonized ruffian awake from the haze of hatred and blood.
The demonized ruffian—still a ruffian at heart—retained his rogue nature. With his enemy dead, why stay and become someone else’s punching bag?
The thought barely formed before Qiao San turned and fled.
Though it seemed like a long sequence of events, it had all happened in mere moments. By the time Qiao San turned to escape, the Wind Hermit had just caught Chi Ya’s body, the Rain Hermit’s broken sword was still mid-air, and a crowd of cultivators had only just risen from their seats.
“Demon, you shall not escape!” A commanding voice echoed above Qiao San’s head. Though the tone was smooth and dignified, to Qiao San’s ears, it was like a thunderclap, causing his heavily injured body to stagger and the ghostly cloud beneath his feet to sway.
The Lord of the Four Seas had finally made his move. The Great Luo Golden Immortal, long harboring a deep hatred for Qiao San, was renowned for his ruthlessness across the three realms. Though he hadn’t used his most powerful divine artifact, the sharpness of his water sleeves was enough to shake the heavens and earth.
The three-foot-long water sleeves fluttered slightly in the wind, then shot forward like iron plates. Qiao San raised his sword to block, but even with the mighty Qiankun Sword, the ruffian was sent flying like a meteor, crashing into the ground with a resounding thud, creating a human-shaped crater.
The divine sword flew from his hand, then transformed into a beam of light and re-entered Qiao San’s body. Once the Taixu divine weapon chose its master, no one else could claim it.
“Giggle, giggle…” No matter the situation, the Jade Fan’s laughter was always enchanting, her figure always delicate and alluring, bewitching and captivating.
“Dragon Mother, after thousands of years, your temper is still as fiery as ever.”
A white jade fan, enlarged to over ten feet, swept through the air, positioning itself between Qiao San and the Dragon Mother. At this critical moment, the Princess of Ten Thousand Demons had finally appeared. The Ten Yang Body had successfully descended into demonhood, and now it was time for the Princess of the Earthly Realm to take the stage.
“Hmph!” The venomous Dragon Mother retracted her sleeves and stood tall, her hair fluttering without wind, her ruthless aura soaring to the heavens.
The air was thick with a killing intent, and the atmosphere was oppressive. In such a tense and grave moment, the mortals on the ground should have scattered in fear. Yet, from the emperor down to the officials, everyone stood dumbfounded, gazing upward, entranced by the once-in-a-lifetime spectacle before them. Even the danger to their lives couldn’t suppress their mesmerized stares.
In the sky, the towering Dragon Mother and the slender Jade Fan stood facing each other. The unparalleled beauty of the Five Great Beauties of Heaven and Earth was indeed well-deserved. The majestic elegance of the Dragon Mother and the ethereal allure of the Jade Fan each had their own charm, not diminished by their contrast but rather enhanced by it.
The breath of the onlookers halted in the presence of these two unparalleled beauties. In the human-shaped crater, a man on the verge of falling apart found his thoughts drifting further. Even the bone-deep pain couldn’t quell the surge of lust in his heart!
“Heh, heh… If only I could pin down the Dragon Mother and embrace the Jade Fan, that… hush, would be the ultimate dream of any man in the three realms!”
“Ugh!” As his heart burned with desire, the man wanted to dance with excitement. But as he moved his limbs, he realized there wasn’t a single part of his body that was intact. The image in his mind flickered, and the enchanting beauty of the Dragon Mother and the Jade Fan was replaced by their ruthless, deadly auras.
“Damn it! Not worth it!” The beautiful fantasy was instantly replaced by the harsh reality of blades and blood. The man’s lust was finally frozen by fear. The beauties were indeed beautiful, but they lacked the warmth and softness of true women!
Qiao San’s head slammed forward with tremendous force, the blood mark on his forehead colliding squarely with Chi Ya’s brow, leaving the young master of Dust Fate bloodied and disheveled. The ruffian did not immediately seek vengeance; a surge of hatred made him speak through clenched teeth, each word dripping with venom: “You know, you killed my elder brother—my own flesh and blood—in the Ghost Forest. Now, go to the underworld and beg for his forgiveness!”
The air was thick with killing intent. Qiao San wasted no more time. His cheeks tightened, his fingers clenched, and with a sickening crunch, the demonized ruffian tore out his enemy’s throat with his bare hands.
A fountain of blood erupted. Inside the colorful pavilion, the Wind and Rain Hermits roared in fury. Their immortal swords flew from their hands, and the power of the immortals filled the space, sealing off any chance for the demon to escape.
Qiao San, his eyes bloodshot, spun in place, transforming into a crimson whirlwind that blew the two immortal swords aside. The whirlwind surged again, hurling Chi Ya’s corpse toward the charging Wind and Rain Hermits.
“Demon, give us back our young master’s life!”
The Wind Hermit caught Chi Ya’s body, while the Rain Hermit, without pause, raised his hand and recalled his sword. A flash of light tore through the void, and the first strike severed the loose strands of hair by the ruffian’s neck.
The power of the immortals was beyond Qiao San’s ability to withstand. He had no choice but to retreat. Blood mist sprayed as the wild ruffian, a blade embedded in his chest and another light chasing his throat, found himself in a life-or-death situation.
The immortal’s sword pierced skin, flesh, and blood, then thrust toward Qiao San’s throat. The gruesome blood mist shimmered with an eerie beauty under the sunlight, the scent of blood dominating the minds of both the righteous and the wicked. In this critical moment, the ruffian made an unimaginable counterattack.
Gritting his teeth, Qiao San grabbed the Qiankun Sword embedded in his chest and pulled. The blade tore through half his chest, severing rows of ribs, until finally… the divine sword left his body.
“Clang—” In a flash of sparks, the sound of metal clashing was both sudden and bizarre. The Qiankun Sword had blocked the Rain Hermit’s immortal sword.
But the miracle didn’t end there. The divine sword, now in Qiao San’s hand, seemed to shed its dust, emitting a blood-red glow so fierce that even the Dragon Mother dared not look directly at it.
“Disaster! The sword spirit has revived! The Taixu Qiankun Sword has chosen its master!” Among the crowd, the Dragon Mother’s rare cry of alarm rang out. Only those at the level of immortals or higher could understand the terror of a revived divine sword, its power multiplying a hundredfold.
As if to confirm the Dragon Mother’s fears, with a flick of Qiao San’s wrist, the red light sliced through the Rain Hermit’s sword, cleaving it in two.
A broken sword meant a wounded wielder. The immortal sword and its master were bound by life, and the Rain Hermit spat blood as he fell to the mortal realm, unexpectedly defeated by the ruffian.
“Good sword!” Qiao San endured the immense pain, flicking his finger and listening intently to the spiritual resonance of the revived divine sword. He secretly reveled in his Ten Yang Blood. In all of heaven, earth, and the three realms, who else but Qiao San could revive a dead sword spirit?
By now, the ruffian was drenched in blood, his internal organs faintly exposed to the air. Yet, neither Chi Ya nor the Rain Hermit had the power to push him into the Ten Death Tribulation.
“Third Young Master, run!” Twelve’s voice echoed in the void, and the worry of the Mystic Fox pierced through Qiao San’s ears, snapping the blood-soaked ruffian out of his rage.
The demonized ruffian—still a ruffian—retained his unscrupulous nature. With his enemy dead, why stay and become someone else’s punching bag?
The thought barely formed before Qiao San turned and fled.
Though it seemed like a long sequence of events, it had all happened in mere moments. By the time Qiao San turned to escape, the Wind Hermit had just caught Chi Ya’s corpse, the Rain Hermit’s broken sword was still mid-air, and a crowd of immortals had just risen from their seats.
“Demon, you shall not escape!” A commanding voice reverberated above Qiao San’s head. Though the tone was smooth and dignified, to Qiao San, it was like a thunderclap, causing his heavily wounded body to stagger and the ghostly cloud beneath his feet to tremble.
The Lord of the Four Seas had finally made his move. The Great Luo Golden Immortal, who had long harbored hatred for Qiao San, was renowned for his ruthlessness across the three realms. Though he hadn’t used his most powerful divine artifact, the sharpness of his water sleeves was enough to shake the heavens and earth.
The three-foot-long water sleeves fluttered slightly in the wind, then surged forward like iron plates. Qiao San raised his sword to block, but despite the power of the Qiankun Sword, the ruffian was sent flying like a meteor, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact, creating a human-shaped crater.
The divine sword flew from his hand, then transformed into a beam of light and re-entered Qiao San’s body. Once the Taixu Divine Weapon recognized its master, no one else could claim it.
“Giggle, giggle…” No matter the situation, the Jade Fan’s laughter was always enchanting, her figure always delicate and alluring, captivating and bewitching.
“Dragon Mother, after thousands of years, your temper is still as fiery as ever.”
A white jade fan, enlarged to over ten feet, swept through the air, positioning itself between Qiao San and the Dragon Mother. At this critical moment, the Princess of Ten Thousand Demons had finally appeared. The Ten Yang Body had successfully demonized, and now it was time for her, the Princess of the Earth Realm, to take the stage.
“Hmph!” The venomous Dragon Mother retracted her sleeves, her hair fluttering without wind, her ruthless aura soaring to the heavens.
The air was thick with tension, the pressure of the storm overwhelming. In such a tense and grave moment, the mortals on the ground should have scattered in fear. Yet, from the emperor down to the officials, everyone stood transfixed, gazing upward, entranced by the once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. Even the danger to their lives could not suppress their mesmerized stares.
In the sky, the towering Dragon Mother and the slender Jade Fan stood facing each other. The unparalleled beauty of the Five Beauties of Heaven and Earth was indeed well-deserved. The majestic grace of the Dragon Mother and the ethereal allure of the Jade Fan each had their own charm, not diminished by their contrast but rather enhanced by it.
The breaths of the onlookers halted at the sight of these two peerless beauties. In the human-shaped crater, a man who was nearly shattered found his thoughts drifting further. The bone-deep pain could not suppress the surge of his lustful heart.
“Heh, heh… If I could pin down the Dragon Mother and embrace the Jade Fan, that… hush, would be the ultimate dream of any man in the three realms!”
“Ugh!” His heart aflame, the man wanted to dance with joy, but as he moved his limbs, he realized there wasn’t a single part of his body that was intact. The image in his mind flickered, the beauty of the Dragon Mother and the Jade Fan replaced by their ruthless and sinister auras.
“Damn it! Not worth it!” The beautiful fantasy was instantly replaced by the harsh reality of blades and shadows. The man’s lustful heart was finally frozen by fear. The women were beautiful, yes, but they lacked the warmth and gentleness of true femininity!
Human breaths halted in awe of these two peerless beauties. In the crater below, a nearly broken man’s thoughts drifted further still. Even the pain piercing his bones couldn’t suppress the surge of lust in his heart.
“Hehe… If I could pin down the Dragon Matriarch and embrace Yu Shan… whew! That’s definitely the ultimate dream of every man in the Three Realms!”
“Eh!” A sudden surge of passion made the man want to leap up, but the moment he moved, he realized every part of his body was broken. Instantly, the image in his mind shifted—divine beauty transformed into murderous rage, elegance into sinister darkness.
“Damn it! No fun at all!” The beautiful fantasy was instantly replaced by flashing blades and bloodshed. The man’s lustful thoughts finally froze in fear. The beauties were beautiful indeed, but they lacked something essential—the charm of true womanhood!
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