Moreover, Luo Shaowen was a man of unfathomable cunning. Even when he had been suppressing and toying with Sister Lanyan and Sister Zhiran, he had never once revealed an ability to "create" objects at a distance; instead, he had kept his manifestations strictly confined to a radius of less than ten meters around himself. Li Dong was also outside that range, yet he hadn't expected Luo Shaowen to have kept this hidden as a lethal trump card. Had it not been for his keen intuition—and a timely warning from Sister Zhiran—he would surely have fallen victim to it!
As Li Dong felt a lingering sense of dread, Luo Shaowen clicked his tongue, as if expressing regret, before suddenly shifting his gaze toward Zhao Zhiran.
Having been fucked until her legs turned to jelly, Sister Zhiran struggled to prop herself up on the bed with her slender, snow-white arms. Her ample, soft, and voluptuous breasts—heavy as if brimming with rich cream—hung upon her chest, shaped like full, rounded, bell-like blossoms.
Though their weight pulled them downward, their form remained exquisite; the skin stretched taut, revealing a deep, snowy cleavage, while the pale, cherry-blossom-hued areolas—slightly swollen—were crowned by nipples that looked like succulent, crimson cherries, possessing an utterly bewitching allure.
She craned her long, swan-like neck, peering toward them, her lovely face etched with deep concern and anxiety.
Upon seeing that Li Dong was unharmed, her beautiful eyes lit up instantly. The traces of tears still lingering on her cheeks vanished, as if the clouds had parted to reveal a clear, radiant sky—a sight of such delicate beauty it was enough to make one's heart tremble.
"Sister Zhiran!"
Seeing Luo Shaowen raise his hand, Li Dong was seized by a frantic, burning urgency. Moving with the instinctive, powerful grace of a dragon or a tiger, he lunged toward Zhao Zhiran like an arrow shot from a bow.
Yet, he was still a step behind Luo Shaowen; a supple, white, jade-like appendage suddenly lashed out, coiling around her slender, shapely waist and pulling the beauty toward Luo Shaowen. As Sister Zhiran was swept upward, her long, smooth, and delicately pink legs splayed wide. Between them, her plump, glistening labia parted, and a thick, milky strand of seminal fluid whipped out into the air.
One end remained anchored between her delicate, slightly parted labia, while the other lashed out several meters; Li Dong could only manage to catch a smear of the viscous, semen-laced fluid.
It was wet, slick, and still held the warmth of Sister Zhiran's body…
Seeing her slip from his grasp, Li Dong lunged forward again—but suddenly, dozens of sharp spikes erupted from the ground, hurtling toward him from every angle.
Gritting his teeth, Li Dong unleashed his *Yang* true energy. It surged outward like a sun suddenly flaring to blinding intensity, instantly melting the incoming spikes. They transformed into a shower of golden droplets, hurtling back toward their point of origin.
As these droplets struck the tanks scattered across the ground, they acted like boiling oil poured onto snow; the high-energy batteries inside detonated, triggering a rapid-fire series of thunderous explosions.
The bystanders—members of Lan Yan's former squad and various others who had been watching from a distance—were caught in the collateral damage. Blasted by the shockwave and a hail of shrapnel, they were sent tumbling through the mud and rotting foliage; several were left in critical condition, their fates unknown.
Yet, neither Luo Shaowen nor Li Dong spared them a glance. Though Luo Shaowen maintained an air of complete composure, he remained hyper-focused on Li Dong.
He could clearly see that Li Dong was far from his peak—especially now, as the golden radiance emanating from his body had dimmed significantly following that sudden, explosive burst of power. Yet, Luo Shaowen dared not underestimate the "Pure Yang Physique." He could still vividly recall that brutal, harrowing scene from the past, when the organization known as the "Seven Deadly Sins"—at the height of its power—laid a trap to ambush and surround Li Zhiyu just as he was on the verge of breaking through to the "Forbidden" tier.
At that time, the Seven Deadly Sins had been operating across Europe, America, and the rest of the world for years. Not only were its individual members mostly high-level "Strategic-tier" powerhouses, but the organization also commanded a host of other Strategic-tier experts they had recruited over time.
In total, more than a dozen such experts launched a coordinated assault. The battle took place on the open ocean, leaving Li Zhiyu completely isolated and without reinforcements. And yet, the result was the near-total annihilation of the attackers; of the six members of the Seven Deadly Sins who took part, five were killed—so thoroughly destroyed that even the possibility of reincarnation was utterly extinguished.
Compared to that, the sinking of an aircraft carrier was merely an incidental footnote.
In his prime, Li Zhiyu's "External Manifestation of the Heavenly Cycle" (a domain-like projection of his power) had pushed aside the seawater for over a dozen kilometers in every direction. He had flattened an entire underwater mountain range into a vast, level plain, while the ancient, accumulated silt of the seabed—built up over tens of millions of years—was scorched dry and pulverized, transformed into a sprawling desert that stretched for a hundred *li*.
It was a level of combat prowess bordering on the divine—a force comparable to the raw, overwhelming power of nature itself.
He was the "Martial God" in every sense of the title.
If that were not the case, why would Luo Shaowen crave the power of the Pure Yang Physique so intensely?
As for his nephew—the young man was likely no less formidable. He had claimed the mantle of the "Martial God" at an even younger age than Li Zhiyu had. Had he been granted just a few more years back then, his achievements would surely have rivaled those of his father.