The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"you!"

Zhao Min's smile finally froze, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

She never dreamed that this man, in the face of death, would be able to muster all his inner strength to use her as a shield. "Where's Mei? I didn't mean to... Lin Zaizai, where are you...?"

The once clear and melancholic breeze... why is it no longer working!

The two were also startled, but they absolutely could not harm this princess!

He hastily withdrew his palm strike three-tenths, but how could the insidious Xuanming Divine Palm be withdrawn so easily!

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled thuds, and two chilling palm strikes landed squarely on the back and shoulder blades of this young master Zhao!

"puff!"

Zhao Min felt an icy chill penetrate her body instantly, as if her internal organs had been frozen solid. She spat out a jet of blood, which landed on Wang Meng's burning chest.

Her petite body trembled violently, and the light in her eyes quickly dimmed.

Using the force of his palm strike, Wang Meng, carrying the heavily injured Zhao Min in his arms, crashed through the wall and instantly fled far away.

"The princess!"

The two elders of Xuanming were shocked and furious, and were about to give chase.

Wang Meng's furious roar echoed from afar: "Kill them, and use their heads to collect the reward!"

Before the words were finished, dozens of Five Poisons Sect experts who had been lying in wait appeared like ghosts, carrying strange poisons and weapons, and surrounded the Xuanming Elders from all sides.

A barrage of poisonous fog and hidden weapons erupted simultaneously, and the relentless attack immediately entangled the two elders, making it difficult for them to escape.

Meanwhile, the Xuanming Cold Poison within Wang Meng's body clashed violently with the evil fire of "Qingsu Beifeng". Instead of counteracting each other, it aroused his evil fire to attack his heart, causing him to lose all reason and only his most primal instincts. Clutching the only "antidote" in his arms, he rushed back the way he came.

The Five Poisons Sect experts swarmed forward, and the Xuanming Elders were instantly enveloped in a cloud of poisonous mist and poisoned hidden weapons.

Although the two elders were highly skilled in martial arts, they were entangled by this group of fearless poisoners. They were distracted in their efforts to defend against the all-pervasive poison, and despite their furious roars, they could not break free and could only watch helplessly as their target disappeared.

On the other side, Wang Meng had already rushed into his room with the soft body in his arms.

He kicked the door shut and threw Zhao Min onto the bed.

The violent movement caused the severely injured Zhao Min to groan in pain and slowly open her eyes, meeting Wang Meng's inhuman eyes, which were completely red with poison and desire.

Although the Xuanming Divine Palm's cold poison was domineering, she was wearing a "soft armor" that was impervious to blades and spears and could deflect most of the force. In addition, the Xuanming Elders hastily withdrew their power, which prevented her heart meridian from being shattered on the spot. She only suffered severe internal injuries.

At this moment, she felt icy cold all over her body, unable to muster any true energy, and the world around her spun around her.

But when she saw what was happening before her, all her shock and anger were replaced by an unprecedented fear.

Wang Meng was leaning against the door, breathing heavily.

His magnificent brocade robe was already tattered from the impact, and on his open chest were the bright red bloodstains she had just spat out.

Against the backdrop of bloodstains, patches of abnormal flush, representing desire, were appearing on his bronze skin.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and the scorching heat emanating from his body almost ignited the air in the room.

What terrified her even more was that his gaze was fixed on her, devoid of any reason or humanity, filled only with the most primal, pure, beastly desire to tear everything apart and devour it!

His crotch, already bulging like a small mountain, now stood erect, like a monster ready to devour someone at any moment, radiating terrifying heat and a sense of oppression.

The malevolent fire of "Clear and Melancholy Wind" and the chilling poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm—two completely different yet equally domineering energies—are waging a fierce battle within his body. The ultimate result of this battle is the complete destruction of his reason, amplifying his carnal desires to their extreme!

He is now nothing more than a wild beast driven only by instinct.

And she, the hunter who orchestrated everything, has now become the beast's... sole prey.

Wang Meng leaned against the cold door panel and let out a suppressed, beast-like growl.

He forced himself to sit cross-legged, attempting to circulate his internal energy to expel the two different types of true energy from his body.

But as soon as he activated his powerful internal energy, which he was so proud of, it was shattered by the violent torrent of ice and fire.

His true energy was like a dam trying to stop a mountain flood, but it was easily torn apart and swallowed up, which instead fueled the violent power.

Every breath felt like swallowing razor blades.

The cold was bone-chilling.

The heat is a burning, scorching heat.

Both of these extreme pains ultimately converged in his lower body.

His already erect penis was now harder than its physical limits, with bulging veins and a purplish-red head that stood erect menacingly, still radiating astonishing heat even through his trousers, which were already soaked with cold sweat and blood.

It is no longer a symbol of desire, but a source of suffering, a powder keg about to explode, raging and needing an outlet to release its destructive energy.

Wang Meng's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched so tightly that they were grinding, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

If this continues, he will be tormented by the extremes of ice and fire until his meridians are ruptured and his body explodes, dying within half an incense stick's time.

The only way out...

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes, devoid of all reason and filled only with naked instinct, fixed intently on the petite figure trembling on the bed.

No... it's prey!

He stood up unsteadily, and step by step, like a prisoner dragging a heavy shackle, he walked toward the large bed.

Zhao Min lay on the bed, the chilling poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm making her feel cold all over, and even moving a finger was extremely difficult.

As she watched Wang Meng walk towards her, seeing his hellish appearance and the monstrous, terrifying thing between his legs, an unprecedented, deep-seated fear finally overwhelmed all her pride and calculations.

For the first time, she felt afraid.

"Antidote..."

Wang Meng walked to the bedside, looked down at her, and spoke in a hoarse voice, as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing together.

Every word took a tremendous amount of his strength.

Zhao Min's lips turned bluish-purple from the cold and fear, but upon hearing the words "antidote," her pride and competitiveness, rooted deep in her soul, unconsciously brought up a weak yet stubborn sneer.

"Antidote...?"

Her voice was as thin as a whisper, yet full of sarcasm: "Wang Meng... weren't you so impressive just now?"

You...you beg me...if you kneel down...beg me like a dog, maybe...I'll consider it..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a furious roar!

"You asked for it!"

Zhao Min's provocation became the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely severing the string of "reason" in Wang Meng's mind!

He pounced on her, his powerful body, radiating heat and a strong smell of blood, completely covering Zhao Min's petite frame.

"His!"

A sharp, tearing sound rang out.

Wang Meng roughly tore open Zhao Min's luxurious white brocade robe, which was now stained with blood, revealing her moon-white undergarment and her soft, metallic-looking armor underneath.

"Get away!

You beast!

Zhao Min finally screamed in terror. She tried with all her might to push him away, but her strength was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the raging Wang Meng.

Wang Meng easily grabbed her wrist with one large hand and pressed it firmly above her head. The soft armor hindered him, and the fierce light in Wang Meng's eyes intensified. He ignored the cumbersome armor and reached down directly to grab the waistband of her underpants, pulling it forcefully!

"No!"

With another crisp tearing sound, the white silk underpants that symbolized her last vestige of dignity were ripped in two and thrown aside.

Beneath the forcibly torn underpants, what was revealed in Wang Meng's crimson beastly eyes was not the secluded scenery of any ordinary woman that he had expected.

There were no lush grasses, and no concealment whatsoever.

Before me stretched an unobstructed, smooth plain, as smooth as jade.

Her skin was smooth and taut, reflecting a warm, ivory-like sheen in the dim candlelight. Beneath that flat, firm abdomen lay an incredibly clean, slightly raised mound, devoid of any hair, like the most perfect creation of heaven, sacred and inviolable.

In that sacred center, the most private scenery is locked away by fear.

That silent tremor was its last and most powerless resistance.

White tiger.

A masterpiece, one in a million.

This unexpected and pristine scenery struck Wang Meng like a thunderbolt, shattering his mind which was on the verge of being completely consumed by desire.

The visual impact was so strong that it did not arouse any lust in him. Instead, it was as if a ladle of boiling oil had been poured on the already raging evil fire within him!

This extreme opposition made the torrent of ice and fire within him surge even more fiercely!

"Roar!"

Wang Meng let out a painful roar that sounded inhuman.

Without further hesitation, he reached out and grabbed his already overburdened waistband, pulling it forcefully!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The hot, sticky gun barrel was pressed firmly against her cold cheek, leaving a humiliating red mark.

The innate pride and composure on her delicate face shattered completely at this moment, replaced by utter shock.

She trembled slightly and painfully due to the intense conflict between the ice and fire toxins within her body, constantly overflowing with a clear and viscous liquid mixed with desire and poison, dripping onto the sheets and her face.

It emitted a faint, almost inaudible buzzing sound.

Zhao Min stared wide-eyed, her eyes already brimming with tears, at the most terrifying weapon in the world, so close to her, seemingly about to pierce the heavens.

She knew it was all over.

But she refused to give up, and she spoke up.

Her voice, though faint from her severe injuries, carried a chilling, resolute determination born of a pride emanating from the depths of her soul.

"Wang Meng..."

She didn't even have the strength to look at him, only staring intently at the dim bed curtains above her head: "...If you dare touch me here..."