The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The strong, steel-like waist convulsed and twitched violently under Li Canghai's superb oral skills, which seemed to devour the soul!

He looked at the exquisite face beneath him, a face belonging to gods and demons, and felt his iron-hard spear being thoroughly and repeatedly drained of its essence by a warm, slippery, and extremely tight mysterious cave.

Finally, he could no longer bear it!

"Roar"

He suddenly straightened his back and thrust his hips forward as far as he could!

A scalding, thick, and virile liquid, brimming with the essence of life, with an irresistible, forceful spray, poured into Li Canghai's bottomless, warm throat without reservation!

Li Canghai's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

A touching, satisfied blush spread across her stunningly beautiful face.

She didn't vomit, nor did she show any signs of discomfort.

She simply closed her eyes, as if savoring the finest nectar, swallowing every last drop of that scalding, masculine essence.

Having finished "replenishing" herself, she slowly released her mouth.

The long-lost, overflowing, and surging power within her dantian made her radiate an even more sacred and enchanting glow.

A satisfied and content expression, like a cat having stolen some fish, appeared on her face.

Wang Yuyan saw all of this clearly.

The entire underground world fell into a deathly silence.

This deathly silence was a hundred times more terrifying than the deafening shouts of battle just moments before.

The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood and entrails, along with a faint, almost imperceptible scent of humiliation and male bodily fluids. These smells mingled together strangely, creating an aura unique to hell.

The torches were still burning, illuminating this hellish scene.

The scattered limbs and severed bodies, the corpses still wearing complete armor but bleeding from all seven orifices, the mangled flesh crushed into a bloody pulp, indistinguishable from human or iron, all reflected a greasy, nauseating light under the firelight.

There were very few survivors.

Deng Baichuan, the most loyal of the four chief retainers, was leaning against a weapon rack. His weathered old face was bloodless, and he stared blankly at everything in front of him. The steel knife in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point.

His eyes were blinded!

Li Canghai seemed to have deliberately kept him, making him a witness to this tragedy.

And Murong Long, the former warlord, the schemer who had plotted to restore his kingdom for a century, was still standing.

He stood in the pool of blood, his eyes also bloodshot and mangled, surrounded by the corpses of his people.

He stood there stiffly, motionless, like a stone statue that had lost its soul.

His life's work, his family's centuries of accumulation, his grand and distant dream about the "Great Yan Kingdom"... just now, in the short span of an incense stick's time, was completely and cruelly crushed by the woman before him in a way that he could neither understand nor resist.

It was crushed until not a single ash remained.

Li Canghai didn't look at the corpses, nor did he look at the old man who had completely lost his mind.

She moved gracefully to Wang Yuyan's side, looking down at her relative who was curled up on the ground.

At this moment, Wang Yuyan was in an extremely disheveled state.

Her beautiful silk skirt was now filthy with dust, blood, and some unknown liquid, and her lower body was soaked, emitting a shameful stench.

"Tsk!"

Li Canghai stretched out her delicate, jade-like toes and gently kicked Wang Yuyan's side waist, as if she were fiddling with a toy she had played with and lost interest in.

"You're really useless."

It broke down in just a short while!

She said softly, her tone filled with disappointment, "I thought that with your cunning, you could at least hold out a little longer, like my dear sister, and provide me with more entertainment."

Wang Meng strode over, his intense, conquering masculine aura adding a touch of wildness to this blood-soaked space.

He glanced at Wang Yuyan, who lay sprawled on the ground like a mud puddle, and a rough yet satisfied smile spread across his face.

"This kind of traitor who only knows how to talk big is only good for his mouth."

He used his feet to turn Wang Yuyan's body over without any mercy, so that her beautiful face, covered in filth and tear-streaked, was facing upwards.

He crouched down, stretched out his rough, blood-stained hand, pinched Wang Yuyan's chin, and forced her to slightly open her already swollen and red lips.

Looking at her completely broken down and helpless state, his desire to conquer was satisfied like never before.

"But then again!"

He chuckled and looked up at Li Canghai, "The taste is really quite good."

So tender and firm!

These words were full of provocation; if anyone in the martial arts world had said them, they would have been dead long ago.

But Li Canghai only rolled her eyes at him, her gaze carrying a hint of petulance and charm, like a young woman.

"like?"

She asked with a smile, "That's easy!"

From now on, she will be my personal 'rice bowl'.

You can use it whenever you want.

Use it however you want.

This conversation was like two of the most vicious and sharpest knives, piercing fiercely into the ears of Wang Yuyan, who seemed to be unconscious!

Her body suddenly trembled violently!

Those long eyelashes trembled wildly again, and her empty, lifeless eyes slowly opened!

She didn't faint.

She just didn't dare to wake up.

But the conversation between these two people was more effective at bringing her to her senses than any form of torture!

What did she hear?

A special rice bowl?

From this moment on, Wang Yuyan's identity was no longer that of a human being.

Rather, it is a… lowly, living… slave who can be used and discarded at will?

"Ah... ah ah..."

From her throat came a broken, inhuman roar filled with utter despair.

Seeing her like this, Li Canghai's smile became even brighter.

What she loved most was watching these self-righteous women bloom with the most beautiful "flower of despair" the moment they fell from grace.

Unfortunately... this wasn't her damn sister!

She finally ignored the "rag" under her feet, turned around, and slowly walked to the "stone statue"—Murong Long.

"Murong Long?"

Her voice was still so gentle and pleasant: "Your father and I are old acquaintances."

Now, do you have any last words you'd like to say?

This question was like a thunderclap, finally causing Murong Long's already lifeless soul to tremble.

His head, which couldn't see anything, slowly turned.

It was as if the focus had been restored.

He faced Li Canghai, the goddess-like woman who had destroyed his century-old empire.

Then, his face passed over her and saw the man who was roughly stuffing his still-dirty clothes back into his pants.

Finally, the rain fell on Wang Yuyan, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, emitting unconscious whimpers.

failure.

Utter, inevitable, crushed into powder... a complete failure.

His withered old face suddenly twitched violently.

That wasn't anger, nor was it resentment.

Rather, it is a kind of pure, comical self-mockery that arises after recognizing the insurmountable, chasm between reality and dreams.

"Ha ha……"

He laughed, a hoarse and dry laugh, like a broken bellows.

"Hahahaha... Hahahahahaha!"

He laughed louder and louder, until he was doubled over with laughter, until tears streamed down his face!

"Restore the country... restore the country...what a grand dream of restoring the country!"

He pointed wildly, at the corpses scattered on the ground, at the ceiling, at himself, as if he had gone mad. "I, Murong Long, have schemed my whole life, hiding my identity, abandoning my wife and children... to plot against you!"

He schemed his whole life!

In the end... in the end, we couldn't even stop someone's finger!

Funny!

How ridiculous!

So... so I, Murong Long, am nothing more than a pawn on someone else's chessboard... no, I'm not even a pawn!

I...I'm at best just a speck of dust on the edge of the chessboard!

As he laughed wildly, two streams of liquid, mixed with blood and tears, gushed out of his cloudy old eyes!

Li Canghai watched him go mad quietly, a compassionate smile on his face, like a god looking down on an ant.

Murong Long laughed until he could no longer breathe.

She lay on the ground, slumped like a rag doll, coughing violently, before slowly speaking again.

"Are you finished?"