The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She paused for a moment, as if gathering her strength, each word seeming to be squeezed out from a frozen abyss.

“I, Zhao Min… immediately bit the poison pill between my teeth and committed suicide here.”

If I die, there will be no more antidote for the "Clear and Melancholy Wind" in this world.

If I die, all the masters of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion will come out in full force.

Everyone you know at that time.

"You...you all will come with me on this journey."

There were no threats, no pleas, only the calmest and coldest statements.

These words, like a sharp blade tempered with ice, pierced fiercely into Wang Meng's frenzied will.

Wang Meng's movements froze. He looked down at her, at that exquisitely beautiful face contorted with pain and humiliation, yet still refusing to show the slightest weakness.

Suddenly, Wang Meng laughed.

It was an extremely eerie laugh, filled with boundless malice and cruel glee. "Death?"

"Princess, you underestimate me, Wang Meng."

His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows, yet it carried a chillingly amused tone: "You underestimate me... Do you think there's only one way to make you submit?"

"You won't let me use the main entrance, fine... very well."

"There are countless roads in the world, but there's always one that leads to your hell."

Before the words were finished, an irresistible force came.

Zhao Min only had time to let out a short gasp before he roughly turned her over, forcing her to lie face down on the bed in the most humiliating and helpless position.

This sudden turn of events left her mind blank for a moment.

Her perfect back curves stretched out in the dim candlelight, eventually converging at her two firm, round, snowy buttocks, taut with fear.

At the end of that deep ravine, a secluded path, never before explored by anyone, tightly closed and covered with fine folds, was suddenly exposed to the wild beasts.

That place is also taboo, and it is also private.

Even more immoral and more... capable of utterly crushing a woman's dignity than that previous door.

Wang Meng's gaze instantly locked onto that place filled with strange allure! His reason, which was already on the verge of destruction, found a new and more effective outlet to vent his pent-up violence and hatred!

"no, do not want……"

Zhao Min instantly understood the terrifying torture she was about to face. She let out a desperate scream and struggled violently.

But Wang Meng completely ignored her resistance.

He bent down directly, like a wild beast marking its prey with its scent.

Then, he aimed at the door that had never been opened before, the door that represented absolute taboo.

"Princess, aren't you of noble birth?"

Wang Meng whispered in her ear in a devilish voice, "Then I'll let you taste what no one can describe!"

After saying that, he suddenly lowered his waist!

"what!"

A bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it was inhuman, shattered the deathly silence of the room!

It was a pain far beyond her imagination, as if her whole body was being torn apart from the middle!

She felt her body being pierced without warning and cruelly by a red-hot, huge iron rod!

That unfamiliar, indescribable pain and the feeling of being completely stretched and burst open instantly destroyed all her nerves!

Everything went black before her eyes, and tears and cold sweat instantly soaked the bedding beneath her.

Wang Meng also let out a painful roar due to the extreme, almost torture-like tightness of the envelopment.

It was a feeling I had never experienced before, a feeling that was extremely contradictory.

His body was a furnace that burned everything, while her chrysanthemum path, due to the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm, became a canyon frozen for thousands of years.

When that scalding source forcefully broke open that cold, narrow door that had never been opened for anyone, he felt not conquest, but a pain as if he himself was being torn apart by that chilling tightness.

For Zhao Min, this torture had only just begun.

This is a more terrifying form of torture than simple tearing.

"Please... take... take it away..."

Zhao Min's broken pleas were absorbed by the brocade quilt on the bed, sounding so weak and powerless.

"boom!"

This time, it will be carried through to the very end without any mercy!

Zhao Min's body jerked forward suddenly, as if she were about to be permanently pinned to the bed by this heavy blow.

Her consciousness was shattered by the impact, leaving only boundless pain and the flickering candlelight.

The destructive rhythm then unfolds.

That was no longer a test, nor a grinding exercise, but the purest, tireless possession and ravaging.

He was like a heavy, tireless pestle, using her soft body as a mortar and pestle to grind herbs, repeatedly and fiercely striking her deepest parts with his hard, iron-like root.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Each impact seemed to shake her very foundation.

Zhao Min's body swayed violently and involuntarily back and forth in response to the heavy and powerful rhythm.

She was like a flower ravaged by a storm, helplessly enduring the relentless onslaught that threatened to crush her.

Zhao Min's long hair was disheveled, soaked with sweat and tears, and clung to her pale cheeks.

Gradually, the excruciating pain began to subside, leaving me somewhat numb.

It wasn't that the pain had disappeared, but rather that her nerves had reached their limit and could no longer transmit clearer signals.

However, amidst this numb ruin, a feeling that filled her with even greater fear and shame began to quietly sprout from the deepest part of her body where she had been struck, like a poisonous vine.

It was a strange, unfamiliar warm current.

It was generated with each impact of that enormous thing penetrating deep into the marrow, trembling and spreading out from that softest point that was repeatedly crushed.

This warm current was so faint, yet so persistent. It resisted the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm within her body, resisted the pain of being torn apart, and brought a kind of tingling spasm that she could not understand.

Her body, her proudest body, untouched by anyone, was beginning to show signs of betrayal under this most humiliating and painful violation. No!

This realization filled her with more despair than any form of torture!

She would rather be tortured to death than feel anything she shouldn't be feeling under these circumstances!

She tried with all her might to tighten her body and resist the shameful warm current, but her struggles had the opposite effect under the violent rhythm.

It breached the last dam Zhao Min had built with reason, and ran rampant within her body.

Her sobs unconsciously took on a trembling tone that was unfamiliar even to herself, a tone that had changed.

After an unknown amount of time, as the destructive rhythm reached its peak, with a deafening roar, a scalding torrent, seemingly containing all the masculinity and tyranny of the world, erupted like a volcano, pouring unreservedly and surging into the deepest part of her cold body.

A massive, scorching torrent, carrying the dual toxicity of ice and fire, instantly filled every corner of her anus.

Zhao Min's body stiffened abruptly, then collapsed onto the bed like a thread that had been drained of all its strength.

Everything fell into a deathly silence.

Chapter Sixty: Sorry, I couldn't hold my pee.

"Son!"

The roars of the Xuanming Elders echoed wildly across the ravaged second floor of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, like two ancient beasts whose cubs had been robbed.

"Chase!"

Hebi Weng's gaunt old face was contorted with extreme anger, turning a steely blue.

However, they were fast, but the ghostly figures were even faster.

The moment they gathered their strength, the dozens of Five Poisons Sect experts who had surrounded them, along with even more Mongol experts and elites from the Eighteen Camps who swarmed out from all corners, instantly collided with this group of inhuman assassins.

The battle instantly escalated into its most brutal and bloody frenzy!

"Formation!"

A Mongolian expert shouted loudly, trying to command his warriors to form their usual charging formation.

They are seasoned veterans, accustomed to crushing the enemy with collective strength.

But this set of tactics seemed so laughable and powerless in the face of the Five Poisons Sect's assassins.

A burly Mongolian warrior brandished his scimitar and fiercely slashed at a small, dwarf-like assassin from the Five Poisons Sect.

The assassin neither dodged nor avoided, but instead revealed a strange, sinister smile on his face. He opened his mouth, and a beam of dark light shot out with a "poof" sound, accurately striking the Mongol soldier in the face!

Before the soldier could even let out a scream, the muscles on his face began to melt and turn black at a visible speed, like a wax figure that had been doused with concentrated sulfuric acid. In an instant, his entire body turned into a pool of pus and blood emitting foul black smoke, and even the armor he wore under his coat was corroded and pitted.

This terrifying scene caused the surrounding Mongol soldiers to gasp in shock, and for the first time, fear appeared in their eyes.

And this is just the beginning.

A seductive female assassin, her figure as nimble as a boneless venomous snake, moved nimbly through the crowd.

On her ten fingers were sharp finger guards that shimmered with a ghostly blue light; each swing of her finger seemed to slash a fatal gash in the air.

One of the guards from the Eighteenth Tent raised his sword to parry, only to find that his sword had been corroded and chipped the moment it came into contact with the finger guard.

The next second, the female assassin flicked her wrist, her finger gloved moving like a viper's tongue, deftly slicing across the guard's wrist. A tiny bloodstain appeared, and the guard was stunned for a moment, then let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman.

He watched helplessly as his wrist, starting from that bloody mark, rapidly turned purple, and dense, twisted blood-red lines spread wildly along his arm like living things. In just a few breaths, he collapsed straight down, his body convulsing, foaming at the mouth, his body swelling up like an inflated balloon!

poison!

A poison that seeps into every nook and cranny!

Poison powder, poison needles, poisonous water, poisonous insects, even their breath and sweat are highly toxic!

These assassins from the Five Poisons Sect are not human at all; they are walking, vicious biological weapons!