Chapter 624 - Breaking the Battlefield with Wildfuck
The battle erupted.
Fanxue’s sword cut through three soldiers in a single swing — their bodies splitting at the waist, blood spraying. She moved with a speed and power that shouldn’t have been possible for a Foundation Establishment cultivator — except she wasn’t Foundation Establishment anymore. Her golden core blazed in her dantian, the condensed spiritual energy far denser than any orthodox Golden Core.
Qingshu fought like a warrior. Her lean body moved with lethal precision, her small tits heaving as she spun and slashed, her sword taking heads. Three Iron Spear disciples lunged at her — she ducked under their spears, slashed upward, and all three fell, split from groin to crown.
Mingyu was a force of nature. Her thick, motherly body moved with unexpected power, her enormous tits swinging wildly as she swung her heavy blade. She caught a Crimson Blade soldier mid-charge — her blade cleaving through his sword and his body. She kicked the corpse aside and advanced.
Yaochi was devastating. Her enormous breasts bounced with each movement, the heavy mounds straining against her torn robe, but her speed was terrifying. She danced through the Iron Spear lines, her twin daggers flashing, leaving bodies in her wake. Her lush body — all curves and softness — belied the lethal efficiency of her movements.
Yue fought blind. Her white eyes tracked qi signatures — every enemy cultivator’s aura was a beacon to her spiritual sense. She moved between them like a ghost, her lean body slipping past guards and strikes, her sword finding throats and hearts. A Jade Mountain disciple grabbed her from behind — his hands closing around her small tits, squeezing. She drove her elbow into his ribs, spun, and cut his head off.
’He grabbed my tits. The ancestor has grabbed my tits. This man’s hands are nothing. This man is nothing. He is already dead.’
The Cai mother — Ruolan — fought with aristocratic precision. Her sword — the Cai family blade — moved in clean, economical arcs, each strike taking a life. Her thick body moved with martial-artist grace, her enormous tits straining against her fighting robes, the heavy mounds swaying with each swing. A Black Phoenix cultivator charged her — she parried his strike, stepped inside his guard, and drove her blade through his chest.
The Liu mother — Wanying — fought beside her. Her heavier tits — even larger than Ruolan’s — heaved with each movement, the wide dark nipples visible through her torn robe. Her Dragon Fist technique augmented her sword strikes, each blow carrying the force of a coiling serpent. She caught a Crimson Blade officer — her fist connecting with his jaw, the impact shattering bone — and cut him down as he fell.
Su Ling opened her eyes.
She was still in the crater. Her body was broken. But the sounds — the clash of steel, the screams, the golden qi detonations — told her everything.
They had come.
The ancestor had brought them.
Fanxue appeared at the crater’s edge. Her heavy tits were heaving, her face splattered with blood. She reached down and pulled Su Ling to her feet.
"Sect Leader! Are you all right?"
Su Ling looked at Fanxue. At her aura. At the golden core blazing in her dantian. She reached out with her spiritual sense — touching Fanxue’s cultivation base, measuring it.
Her eyes widened.
"Fanxue — your cultivation — how? You were at late Foundation Establishment. You’re — you’re at peak Golden Core. Nearly matching me."
Fanxue smiled. It was tired, blood-stained, but genuine.
"The ancestor worked on us, Sect Leader. All of us. He was very — hard on us." She glanced at Qingshu, who was cleaning her blade nearby, her small tits bare and heaving. "Very hard."
Su Ling’s amber eyes went wide. She looked at the battlefield. At the disciples — young women she had known for years, whose cultivation bases she had measured herself — now blazing with Golden Core qi. At the elders, whose power had jumped entire realms in a single week.
"How much did the ancestor work on you?" she whispered. "You’ve all nearly reached my power level."
Qingshu appeared at the crater’s edge, wiping blood from her sword. Her lean, muscular body was marked with cuts, her small firm tits rising and falling. "It seems, Sect Leader, that the ancestor liked our bodies more." Her jaw tightened — not in pain, but in something complicated. "He was very hard on us. All of us. Day and night."
Yaochi landed beside them. Her enormous tits swung as she touched down, the heavy mounds nearly escaping her torn robe. "He broke through my bottleneck in the bath. And Mingyu’s. And Qingshu’s. And Fanxue’s. And the disciples’ — Shui’er, Bao, Fen. He took all their virginities and gave them Golden Core cultivation in return."
Mingyu arrived, her enormous, hanging tits swaying as she knelt beside Su Ling. "And the mothers — the Cai mother and the Liu mother. He fucked them in front of their sons. Their cultivation bases jumped to peak Core Formation."
Su Ling looked at them. At her elders. At her disciples. At the women the ancestor had claimed, broken, and elevated.
She sighed.
"I’m old enough," she said. "I understand."
And then she felt it.
A cock. Pressing against her ass from behind. Thick. Hard. Enormous. Through the thin fabric of her remaining robes — or rather, through nothing, since her robes had been destroyed in the fight. The bare, hot shaft pressed against the crack of her ass, the crimson head resting against her anal entrance.
Arms wrapped around her from behind. Large, powerful hands. A chest pressed against her wounded back — warm, solid, radiating divine qi that soothed every wound on her body in an instant.
"I have brought them," Tianlong’s voice said. Low. Calm. Right beside her ear. "So I fuck you now? Here?"
Su Ling’s entire body went rigid. Her amber eyes went wide. "What? In front of everyone?"
The battle raged around them. The Plum Blossom disciples — blazing with Golden Core power — were cutting through the orthodox army like scythes through wheat. The four sect leaders were engaged — surrounded by elders and disciples, fighting for their lives. The sounds of clashing steel, dying screams, and PAH PAH PAH of flesh meeting flesh filled the valley.
Tianlong’s hands moved. One arm stayed around her waist. The other slid down her stomach. Down. Down. His fingers found her cunt.
She was naked beneath the blood and grime. Her pussy — covered in a thick bush of dark pubic hair — was exposed. His fingers pressed against the mound, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit.
"Yeah," he said. "I want to fuck in front of everyone. Show them this is mine."
His hand gripped her robes — what was left of them — and pulled. The fabric tore. Her pubic hair — thick, dark, matted with blood and sweat — ripped away with the cloth. Her cunt was visible. Bare. Swollen. The thick lips parted, the pink interior glistening despite everything.
"Ah — AH~!" Su Ling cried out. Her body arched. Her heavy tits — exposed, marked with wounds — swung forward.
He adjusted his cock. One hand gripped her hip. He lifted her right leg — raising it, spreading her, her cunt opening for anyone who cared to look. Her leg hooked over his forearm, her thigh trembling, her bare pussy on display.
Some disciples — Plum Blossom and orthodox alike — turned to look. A Crimson Blade soldier, mid-fight, stared. A Plum Blossom disciple — Shui’er — paused, her sword raised, her small tits heaving, her eyes wide.
"What — what is he doing?" Shui’er whispered.
"He’s fucking the sect leader," Bao said, her heavy tits swinging as she parried a strike. "On the battlefield."
Tianlong tilted Su Ling’s face toward him. His gold-crimson eyes met her amber ones. He kissed her. His tongue pushed into her mouth. She tasted divine qi — the energy flooding her senses, her dantian, her broken golden core. The fractures sealed. The cracks mended. Her cultivation base — damaged from eight days of battle — surged.
He broke the kiss. His cock pressed against her cunt entrance.
And he slammed inside.
PAAAH!
"AAANGH~!!"