"Luo Shaowen!"
Seeing Sister Lan-yan and Sister Zhi-ran being fucked into repeated orgasms right before his eyes shattered Li Dong's last line of mental defense; he seemed to slip once again into a state akin to a dangerous, uncontrolled frenzy—a "deviation" of his inner energy.
A surge of power, welling up from deep within his body, enabled him to finally clear away all the white jade spikes surrounding him.
Seizing that fleeting opening, Li Dong shot toward Luo Shaowen like an arrow released from a bow.
Though Luo Shaowen was so overwhelmed with pleasure—gripped tight by the rhythmic, milking contractions of Tang Lan-yan's tender pussy—he still kept a portion of his focus on Li Dong's movements.
Seeing Li Dong charging toward him like a thunderbolt, and realizing there was no time to dodge, Luo Shaowen simply held onto Tang Lan-yan and met him head-on.
As Li Dong closed in, he saw Sister Lan-yan clinging to Luo Shaowen—her long, snow-white legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat that made her complexion appear even whiter than snow, radiant and translucent.
With every step Luo Shaowen took, the thick cock buried deep inside her pussy thrust upward violently, pounding against the sensitive, honeyed passage that had only just reached its climax.
"Ah! Ah! Ah...!"
Sister Lan-yan's toes curled tightly behind Luo Shaowen's back; her slender waist trembled uncontrollably, leaving a trail of white fluid in her wake.
Gritting his teeth, Li Dong forced himself to hold back—he had to find a way to strike at his uncle without risking any harm to Sister Lan-yan. In terms of martial arts cultivation—even though the "Dan-Jin" (elixir-energy) realm cannot be manifested here, as this entire space functions as Luo Shaowen's home turf where only he can harness external forces through his martial intent—the situation remains complex.
Luo Shaowen himself possesses no martial cultivation, but Li Zhiyu does. Given time, Luo Shaowen might well be able to manifest the "Dan-Jin" realm; should that happen, he would likely be invincible within this space.
For now, however, Luo Shaowen has yet to fully assimilate Li Zhiyu's power, allowing him only a rudimentary level of control. Had he achieved full mastery, the obstacle blocking Li Dong earlier would not have been a mere "air wall," but a massive hand forged from the collective power of the entire space.
Yet, even with martial cultivation rendered inaccessible, Li Dong's combat experience far surpasses Luo Shaowen's. With a swift, precise shift in his footwork—perfectly executing the intricate "Dragon-Striding, Tiger-Pacing" technique—Li Dong appeared behind Luo Shaowen before the latter could even react.
There, he caught sight of Lan Yan's lovely face. Her delicate, pointed chin rested upon Luo Shaowen's shoulder, her posture exuding a languid, weary grace. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, intoxicating crimson, her glistening eyes half-lidded, and her alluring, rosebud-shaped lips parted ever so slightly.
A few stray strands of hair clung to her fair, porcelain-like skin, imbuing the scene with an air of raw, carnal intimacy.
Li Dong's heart seized, as if struck by a heavy blow, causing his movements to falter for a split second.
*Whoosh!*
Despite that momentary hesitation, his fist—glowing with a brilliant golden light—lashed out, tearing through the air with a fierce, whistling force toward Luo Shaowen's back.
Though Luo Shaowen's martial cultivation and experience pale in comparison to Li Dong's, his "Pseudo-Pure Yang Body" grants him an exceptionally keen intuition—not to mention a physique far more formidable than Li Dong's own. He suddenly threw his body backward, as if to meet Li Dong's incoming fist head-on; yet, at the very instant the blow was about to land, he engaged his powerful core, shifting his torso just enough to narrowly evade the strike.
"Ngh… ugh…!"
Clinging to Luo Shaowen like an octopus, Lan Yan arched her long, snow-white neck, letting out a cry that sounded almost like a sob.
The intensity of the movement caused the rigid, thick cock buried deep within her honeyed crevice to twist and churn, the friction sending her tender, recently-climaxed passage into a series of violent, involuntary spasms.
Even more intense was the way the glans—pressing firmly against her cervix—swiveled and ground inward, forcing half of its rounded, blunt head deeper still. The searing, aching, tingling sensation radiated straight into her womb, nearly causing Tang Lan Yan to lose control of her bladder.
The tearful, whimpering moans from Lan Yan threw Li Dong into a state of disarray. As her damp, silken hair brushed against his cheek, the familiar, delicate fragrance only intensified his agitation—so much so that he failed to notice, in that split second, a massive, crushing force closing in on him from all sides.
He felt as though he had been plunged into a thick, gelatinous substance, leaving him trapped and unable to break free.
By the time he realized what was happening, Luo Shaowen—still bearing Lan Yan's supple, snow-white body—had already taken several long strides. With every footfall, the force of gravity caused Lan Yan's firm, rounded buttocks to slam downward, swallowing the entire length of the cock.
Then, as Luo Shaowen surged upward, those plump, fleshy buttocks rose with him—revealing the thick, curved, and massive phallus as it slid out from between her succulent labia, now completely slick and coated in a thick, viscous white fluid. As the moans of Sister Lan Yan drew nearer, Li Dong felt an intense sense of impending danger.
With no room left to evade, he had no choice but to channel all his *zhenqi*—internal energy—to meet Luo Shaowen's assault head-on.
*Bam!*
Their fists collided like two meteors.
The moment they struck, Li Dong felt an overwhelming, irresistible force surge from Luo Shaowen's fist. Instantly, he activated his *hua jin*—a technique for neutralizing and redirecting force—shifting the immense pressure down through his body and into the ground beneath his feet.
In a flash, a dense web of cracks spiderwebbed outward from where he stood—a truly striking sight.
The very next instant, a golden aura—resembling *yang* energy—erupted from Luo Shaowen's fist, though it was laced with thin, dark, sinister wisps.
These dark threads were an unmistakable omen of something malevolent.