The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Their faces were streaked with tears and dust, their eyes vacant, as if their souls had died along with the destruction of the city.

For them, this was hell, the end.

However, for others, this destruction was the prelude to a celebration.

In the shadows of the ruins, lithe figures began to appear silently, like ghosts.

They were all self-important figures in the martial arts world.

This terrifying earthquake, powerful enough to cause mountains to collapse and the earth to split, caused far less damage to these martial arts masters with profound internal strength and superb agility than to ordinary people.

After the initial shock and confusion subsided, an emotion more intense than fear began to fester in their hearts—greed.

Several disciples from prestigious sects, dressed in uniform blue robes, were gathered together, whispering amongst themselves.

Although they were also rescuing some survivors, their eyes kept involuntarily glancing towards the source of the red light, and they unconsciously gripped their swords tighter.

Some suspicious-looking, sinister-looking bandits, unable to contain themselves any longer, began to openly loot gold and silver treasures from the ruins of collapsed wealthy mansions and government offices amidst the chaos. Anyone who resisted was killed with a single blow, adding more innocent souls to this wasteland.

"Strange phenomena in the heavens and earth must indicate the birth of a great treasure!"

Someone, I don't know who, was the first to whisper those words.

This thought, like a spark thrown into a powder keg, instantly ignited the desires in the hearts of all those in the martial arts world.

Legend has it that it began to spread rapidly through the ruins like a plague.

In an instant, the entire ruins of Jinling seemed to have transformed into a vast and bloody hunting ground. The surviving martial artists began to scrutinize each other with wary and critical eyes.

Former comrades may turn into enemies who stab you in the back in the blink of an eye.

Yesterday's enemies may now form a fragile alliance for common interests.

A more brutal and bloody battle, centered around an unknown treasure, has quietly begun on this land that has just experienced a natural disaster.

"Put us down now!"

Hearing Dai Qisi's question, filled with endless resentment and a slight tremor, the playful look in Wang Meng's eyes deepened.

He didn't answer.

Words are superfluous at this moment.

He chose to respond to the Persian saint's question in a more direct and humiliating way.

His arms, which were as strong as iron, slowly relaxed, with an almost lazy posture.

The powerful force that had supported the three soft, delicate bodies receded like the tide. At the same time, his slightly erect waist, which served as the "lotus platform," sank down by an inch, very slightly.

It was this moment of relaxation and sinking.

A voice, indescribable and incredibly alluring, rang out clearly across the desolate ruins.

It was not a single sound, but an ensemble composed of three different, sticky movements, full of decadence and depravity.

"Coo...Chirp..."

A long, greasy sound, as if soaked leather was being slowly torn apart from a greased column.

The sound rang out first.

It was black gauze. Her plump buttocks, already completely soaked with bodily fluids, slid helplessly downwards along that still hard and hot manhood after losing support.

The viscous bodily fluid was squeezed and pulled between the two people's clothes, producing that first sound that made everyone blush.

Immediately following was a "rip..." sound, accompanied by the tactile sensation of fabric rubbing together. That was Dai Qisi.

The moment her body regained its freedom, it instinctively tried to struggle away, but this hasty movement only caused her equally soaked, noble buttocks and legs to rub against the middle of that massive thing even more deeply and thoroughly, from top to bottom.

The feeling was like a piece of fine, warm jade being scraped across a rough, calloused iron, leaving a scalding, humiliating mark.

Finally, there was a very faint, almost inaudible "pop".

That was a girl in black veil.

Her tender, first surge of spring tide, though not as turbulent as that of her two elders, was still enough to make her delicate body emit a soft, taboo-filled sound, like a tender bud breaking through the soil, the moment it separated from the root of that massive thing.

This series of sticky, slippery, and suggestive sounds echoed in the night sky, as if it were the most merciless mockery of Dai Qisi's question.

Finally, the three pairs of slender legs, trembling and powerless, stepped back onto the cracked ground.

A sudden, empty chill instantly spread upwards from the three of them in their most private place.

Those delicate areas, stretched, rubbed, and scalded, involuntarily contracted the moment they came into contact with the cold night wind.

They looked down and saw a dark stain on their skirts, a stain that symbolized their debauchery and incontinence, so glaringly obvious. And the three small wet patches on the flagstones beneath their feet seemed to silently accuse them of their earlier wantonness and shame.

Three once-stunningly beautiful bodies stood there, disheveled and weak-kneed, their former elegance and poise completely gone. Mei, what are you doing? Mei wants to go to bed? Lin is here, what are you doing...?

Wang Meng simply straightened up slowly, glanced down at his still erect weapon with a few glistening drops of liquid at the tip, and his smile widened.

Wang Meng's smile, full of amusement and control, was like a red-hot iron, searing the hearts of the three women.

Three pairs of beautiful eyes, each displaying a distinct emotion, were fixed intently on him.

Wang Meng seemed to enjoy being "examined." He leisurely shifted his gaze from his still erect, slightly glistening weapon, which looked particularly ferocious under the blood-red light, and then swept it over their three exquisite faces.

He cleared his throat, and his deep, magnetic voice, with a hint of lazy, cat-and-mouse teasing, echoed over the desolate ruins: "Speaking of which, I have traveled all over the country and seen many strange people and events."

His gaze lingered on Dai Qisi's trembling body for a moment, then slid down to the black veil that had long since lost its soul.

"I have heard that there is a Buddha in the Western Paradise, and under his seat are Bodhisattvas who are compassionate and merciful and save people from suffering."

But this is the first time I've ever seen it...

His voice paused slightly, the wicked smile on his lips widened, and his gaze finally settled on the three water stains that were slowly seeping into the bluestone floor.

"...This is the first time I've ever seen three female bodhisattvas who actually intend to use this 'Great Compassion Mantra Water' to save all sentient beings and benefit all living beings."

"Tsk tsk, it seems the three of you are truly 'exquisite' in their skills; you're all 'soaked'."

The words contained explicit and undisguised obscenity.

Dai Qisi's purple eyes, which should have been burning with raging anger, were now replaced by an indescribable, deep sense of shame. Her gaze wandered, and she dared not meet Wang Meng's mocking eyes for even a moment.

She could even feel that the area at the base of her thighs, which had been rubbed by Wang Meng's enormous member and was still tingling with a tingling heat, was now even more sore and weak, as if it would collapse at any moment and cause her to fall to the ground.

The situation is even more pronounced with black veils.

Her mind, already in turmoil from humiliation and secret desires, was completely overwhelmed by Wang Meng's blunt and explicit teasing.

Her voluptuous body arched slightly uncontrollably, as if trying to hide herself, but finding nowhere to hide.

Her cheeks were already bright red, the color spreading all the way to her neck and chest, like a boiled shrimp.

Her breathing became more rapid and heavy, and suppressed, panting moans escaped from deep within her throat.

Her legs trembled violently, and the skin between her legs was so sticky that it almost clung to the silk skirt. A hollow yet burning, tingling sensation surged from the deepest part of her body, making her feel as if all her strength had been drained away.

She wanted to argue, to yell, but the words that came out were just a weak, tearful sob.

As for the most naive girl in the black veil, she simply could not bear this blatant, sexually suggestive humiliation.

Her small face was buried in Dai Qisi's shoulder, and her whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

Her ears were burning red, and her legs were as weak as noodles. If Dai Qisi hadn't been half-holding and half-supporting her, she probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

She felt all the blood rush to her head, and waves of heat surged through her body. In particular, her tender, untouched flesh was secreting fluid at an unprecedented rate, wetting the last clean piece of her underpants.

She didn't even dare to breathe, afraid that her rapid breathing would reveal the abnormality in her body and allow Wang Meng to mock her even more recklessly.

An awkward and suffocating atmosphere filled the air.

The three stunningly beautiful women were like naked dolls, exposed to Wang Meng's unbridled gaze and words.

Their bodies, after the shock and the humiliation, seemed to have had their bones completely removed, leaving only soft flesh and a sense of powerlessness.

Anger was suppressed by shame.

Dignity is eroded by desire.

All they could do at that moment was to endure this agonizing humiliation with all their might, to bear the most real and unbearable betrayal of their own bodies.

however!

The smile on Wang Meng's face suddenly vanished.

His gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, abruptly turning to the Qinhuai River, which had just regained its calm, into the deeper darkness.

His ears twitched slightly, as if he had caught a sound that ordinary people could not hear.

"They arrived quickly."

He muttered something to himself, the lazy, teasing tone completely gone.

Immediately afterwards, he made a move that caught all three women off guard.

He leisurely reached into his already ripped pants and deftly covered up his still menacingly erect penis, which seemed to be clamoring to continue punishing the three women.

Dai Qisi subconsciously followed Wang Meng's gaze.

The black veil's cheeks, which had been flushed with humiliation and desire, had now returned to a deathly pale white.

The girl in the black veil clung tightly to the hem of her "master's" skirt, her small body trembling even more violently.

She couldn't understand how this man could so easily extricate himself from that extreme, absurd atmosphere and become as cold as an iceberg.

His lewdness just now and his coldness now are so different that her mind simply cannot comprehend them.

Wang Meng didn't look at them again.

All his attention was focused on the small boat that was gradually approaching.

His previous relaxed and playful demeanor was replaced by a restrained and composed aura, like a beast poised to pounce, waiting for its prey to approach.

At that moment, Wang Meng made another unexpected move.

He took off his large black robe.

Without hesitation, he waved his right hand, his inner strength surging, and the sturdy robe tore open with a sound, splitting into three pieces of cloth of different sizes with his skillful force.

Then, he covered the three pieces of cloth, which carried his body temperature and unique scent, with them in an unusually "thoughtful" manner.

He casually unfolded the largest piece, almost a whole slice, and covered Dai Qisi with it.

The wild fabric instantly enveloped her sticky skirt, which was sticky from incontinence, covering the shameful water stains and enveloping her delicate body, which was shivering from the cold but still faintly tingling with pleasure.

The other piece, slightly smaller in size, was draped over his black veil.