The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Wang Meng and Fang Yanqing both paused for a moment, then exchanged a cold and mocking look.

"Save her?"

Fang Yanqing leaned down, her voice as soft as a lover's whisper, but every word was like a poisoned icy needle piercing Yin Susu's ears: "Look at yourself now, and look at that princess in the corner, do you think you can still save her?"

This hurtful remark became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"Ahhh!"

Yin Susu let out a desperate scream, her voice devoid of any pride, filled only with utter collapse and shame.

Fang Yanqing's feet, which were pressing against her chest, began to gently knead her chest in a slow, humiliating rhythm that was almost playful.

In this extreme sensory hell where she was caught in a pincer attack and had nowhere to escape, Yin Susu's defenses completely collapsed.

"go on!"

"...at the Jinling...dock...at midnight, red lanterns hung on the boats...that was the signal to start..."

“…The leader is my second brother…Yin Yewang…They have…one hundred and thirty-six people…ah…!”

"...The code is...'High sky and strong wind'...right...'Waves hitting the boat'...Please...stop...I'll tell you everything..."

"Who told you to stop!"

"Go on!" Fang Yanqing's voice was devoid of any warmth. She increased the force of her foot, her toes grinding fiercely over the already humiliated tender bud.

"what!"

Yin Susu's body convulsed violently once again.

The double stimulus made her completely abandon any thought of hiding it.

"...On the ship...besides us, there were...people from the Prince of Ruyang's Mansion...he...he brought 'Sad Breeze'...ah...he's an elder of the Beggars' Sect!"

This unexpected secret caused Wang Meng to pause slightly.

He had always thought that the Eagle Sect was just trying to take advantage of the chaos, but he never expected that it would involve traitors from the Ruyang Prince's Mansion and the Beggars' Sect, and even set up such a vicious series of schemes.

"trap?

Explain yourself!

Wang Meng gripped her waist, lifting her higher so that his spear could penetrate deeper, pounding heavily into her deepest part, forcing her to continue speaking.

"Ugh...!"

If no transactions are successful today.

"We...no...they wanted to take advantage of the people from the Ruyang Prince's Mansion...when they came to trade Zhao Min...to coordinate from the inside...to wipe you all out...and the people from the Ruyang Prince's Mansion...ah...!"

"Anything else?"

How many fast boats do you have on the Yangtze River?

Where are the weapons hidden?

Wang Meng's questions became increasingly direct and ruthless, each question accompanied by a vicious, penetrating attack.

"...Twelve...fast boats...all disguised as...fishing boats...weapons...ah...the weapons are hidden...under the salted fish in the ballast...each boat...has...crossbows...and...and three barrels of oil...!"

"I...I've told you everything I know...Please...Give me a quick death...Ah...Kill me...Kill me!!"

Her voice was broken and intermittent, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of her shattered soul by that brutal weapon.

But the secrets of the Eagle Cult go far beyond this.

Although the Eagle Cult has now separated from the Ming Cult, its ability to establish itself in Jiangnan cannot be solely supported by the title of White-browed Eagle King.

Yin Susu could no longer distinguish whether she was answering a question or groaning and begging for mercy.

The Eagle Cult's strongholds, personnel, communication methods, action plans... everything was poured out by her without reservation in this endless, maddening collision and grinding.

Until Wang Meng let out a low, beast-like roar.

He suddenly flipped Yin Susu's body over, making her kneel on the ground in a more humiliating position, completely exposing everything behind her.

This time, he couldn't even let out a scream.

Yin Susu's body convulsed violently.

It felt as if the next second would be the moment this inhuman violation would kill them.

Wang Meng held nothing back; all his strength and desire for conquest were channeled into a final, furious barrage of hundreds of sprints.

Inside the cabin, only the embarrassing "slap slap" sound remained.

And the woman, after being thoroughly played with, whimpered unconsciously like a small animal.

Her pupils had completely lost focus, her beautiful face was covered with tears and sweat, her body was still twitching slightly unconsciously, and she was uttering incoherent, satisfied murmurs.

Just an hour ago, she was a haughty and arrogant demonic woman.

At this moment, he had become a complete plaything, his body and soul branded with humiliation.

As Wang Meng stood up, the air inside the cabin seemed to begin to flow again.

The air, a mixture of sweat, blood, and the strong smell of semen and sensuality, enveloped the two remaining women in the cabin like an invisible, sticky net.

Fang Yanqing stood there, motionless.

She had thought that seeing Yin Susu humiliated would give her a sense of revenge, but at this moment, her heart was empty, with only a strange, lingering heat remaining.

Beneath her Taoist robe, her body was still slightly hot, and the lingering, shameful, sticky, and damp heat at the base of her legs made each breath incredibly difficult.

She even felt that the strange sensation of the red plum blossom hardening and trembling as she stepped on that soft ground still lingered on the soles of her feet.

That trembling and descent into depravity belonging to another woman was branded onto her senses like a mark.

She dared not look down at the woman on the ground, whose form had become unrecognizable, nor dared she look at Wang Meng, for she was afraid that her gaze would reveal the lingering, impure feeling in her heart that even she herself found frightening.

In another corner of the cabin, Zhao Min was in an even more disheveled state.

She pressed herself tightly against the cold ship's hull, as if trying to embed herself into it, to draw strength from its hardness and prevent herself from collapsing. Mei, what about me? You, Yongkong, you, Lin, are you here...?

Her back was already soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to her luxurious clothes, icy cold.

However, in stark contrast to this chill, a shameful, burning torrent continued to burn and surge uncontrollably from below her abdomen.

She looked at Yin Susu, who lay on the ground like a broken doll, and then glanced uncontrollably at the man standing there.

For the first time, Zhao Min realized that there was a lowly yet honest devil hidden inside her body, a devil she couldn't even control.

Fear, fear that comes from the very marrow of one's bones.

But deep within this fear, a morbid, nauseating longing also arose within her.

Just then, Wang Meng's gaze slowly swept over.

His hawk-like eyes lingered for a moment on Fang Yanqing's forced composure, then fell on the Mongolian princess in the corner, who had already lost her color and was trembling.

There was not a trace of affection in those eyes.

Only through careful examination can one truly appreciate the craftsmanship, much like examining two exquisite pieces of uncut jade awaiting carving.

Just that one glance was enough to make Fang Yanqing and Zhao Min freeze instantly. A chill and tremor a hundred times stronger than when they had just witnessed the live sex show instantly pierced through their limbs and bones.

"Hey, looks like it's time for a cleanup!"

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Purple Robe and White Eyebrows, and the nosy Zhang Cuishan!

The headquarters of the Sky Eagle Sect was not located in some remote, uninhabited mountain forest, but rather grandly situated in the south of Jiangning Prefecture, right next to the world-famous Qinhuai River.

From the outside, this appears to be an imposing mansion of a wealthy merchant. Only at the top of the tall flagpole, a large black banner embroidered with a soaring eagle in gold thread flutters in the river breeze, silently proclaiming the true identity of the owner of this place.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the Eagle Hall in the center of the main altar was so oppressive that it was almost frozen.

Yin Tianzheng, the leader of the Eagle Cult and formerly known as the "White-browed Eagle King" of the Ming Cult, paced back and forth in the main hall with his hands behind his back.

His usually dignified face was now filled with agitation and confusion. His thick white eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and the veins on his forehead throbbed, revealing his inner turmoil.

"Propose marriage?"

Yin Tian was like a beast trapped in a cage, finally unable to hold back his roar. His voice was as deep as a bell, yet it carried a sense of absurdity that even he himself was unaware of.

To be honest, looking at the man alone, he couldn't find a single fault with this marriage.

Zhang Cuishan, known as "Silver Hook Iron Pen" among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, was a remarkable figure.

The fifth disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, a young talent praised by everyone in the martial arts world, is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also has excellent calligraphy skills.

If Yin Tianzheng's daughter could marry such a person, it would be a wonderful thing both morally and logically.

If it were Song Yuanqiao, a great hero of the Wudang Sect, or even Yu Lianzhou, the second hero, who came to visit today, even if Yin Tianzheng wanted to put on airs as a senior and make things difficult for him, he would still be happy to see it happen.

This is not only a good match for his daughter, but also a golden opportunity for his young sect, the Eagle Sect, to demonstrate its strength and status to the entire martial arts world.

But why!

And it just so happens that it was that woman who came to deliver this marriage proposal letter!

Yin Tianzheng's gaze fell on the purple silk on the table.

That was the marriage proposal letter.

The messenger was none other than Dai Qisi, the former leader of the four great protectors of the Ming Cult, who had recently defected from the Ming Cult.

"What makes Dai Qisi so special?"

Yin Tianzheng slammed his hand on the rosewood octagonal table in front of him, making the teacups on the table clatter. "What right does she, a wandering ghost who betrayed the Ming Cult, have to act as matchmaker for Zhang Cuishan, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang?"

Has that old Taoist priest Zhang Sanfeng gone mad?

Or have all his disciples died, so he had to send such a shady woman to visit my Sky Eagle Sect?

Is this a marriage proposal, or an insult?

This marriage is shrouded in mystery.

Good and evil cannot coexist. Wudang and Tianying Sect have never had any dealings before, so why would they suddenly want to get married?

Even if we were to arrange a marriage, why send this woman instead of a highly respected member of the Wudang Sect?

What conspiracy is hidden behind this?

"father!"