Reacting as if confronted by a profaner, the pure, golden *yang* energy within Li Dong surged forth spontaneously to resist.
The two opposing forces of *yang* energy locked in a stalemate, but a second later, Li Dong's gaze was drawn to Sister Lan Yan, who was now mere inches away.
Clinging to Luo Shaowen, she was gasping for air. Her slender, taut waist—defined with the sharp, clean lines of tempered steel—arched deeply, creating a pronounced hollow at the small of her back. Her smooth, alabaster-like buttocks were lifted and quivering, while the supple, athletic muscles along her lower back rose and fell rhythmically, as if pulsing to draw something in or expel it. His gaze drifted downward, and Li Dong's mind reeled… Before him, Sister Lan Yan's firm, taut, and shapely buttocks—plump and entirely free of excess flesh—clamped tightly around his member. She swayed her ample hips, rising and falling in small, rhythmic motions, continuously taking his shaft deep within her.
The thick, succulent folds of her labia—resembling a split peach—were coated in a rich, creamy white fluid, while thinner, milky-hued secretions trickled down the length of his shaft. An intoxicating, musky, and alluring scent wafted toward him.
Sister Lan Yan was taking the initiative…
The realization left Li Dong's mind numb and dazed. Consequently, his pure, golden-hued "Pure Yang" energy was gradually overwhelmed by an opposing force—a strange, dark-tinged energy that struck with the crushing, unstoppable weight of Mount Tai.
Li Dong was sent flying instantly, his internal energy thrown into chaos, surging violently like a tidal wave.
Like a golden meteor, he slammed into the ground with a thunderous crash, sending dust and debris spraying in all directions.
A second, even more powerful blow followed. The "miniature sun"—a golden sphere laced with streaks of black—plunged into the deep crater, only to be sent hurtling back out the very next second, moving even faster than before.
High above, a thousand meters in the air, it was as if a small sun had suddenly appeared.
Leaping from the edge of the crater, Li Dong gasped for air, his heart heavy with concern.
His uncle's strength far exceeded his expectations. Even though his own *dantian* had been destroyed—rendering his cultivation inaccessible—his physical body remained nearly as formidable as it had been in his prime. Yet, in their physical clash, he realized that his uncle's physique was, in fact, even more powerful than his own.
What Li Dong did not realize was that, by leveraging the "Pure Yang Heart" and adapting his own blood through the infusion of Pure Yang energy—and, most crucially, by exploiting the formidable vitality of Tang Lanyan's body through relentless, raw, and sweat-drenched physical intimacy—he had repeatedly pushed his own body to the absolute brink of exhaustion. In doing so, he had also forced the latent potential of the Pure Yang Heart to manifest.
By subsequently assimilating Li Zhiyu's Pure Yang energy, he had managed—up to this point—to absorb nearly half of the vital essence and blood from Li Zhiyu's body, transmuting it into a unique, corrupted form of Pure Yang energy infused with the power of the Seven Deadly Sins.
While his physical constitution had not yet reached the level Li Zhiyu possessed at his peak, it was rapidly approaching that threshold. It is worth noting that for a "Forbidden-tier" powerhouse, even their raw physical strength alone is enough to surpass the vast majority of Level 5 combatants.
Coupled with this corrupted Pure Yang energy, Li Dong now stood at the pinnacle of the "Strategic-tier," his strength nearing that of a "Perfect Strategic-tier" entity.
After barely a moment's respite, the two clashed again—repeatedly. Each exchange placed an immense strain on Li Dong's *dantian*.
Simultaneously, the aftereffects of his "deviation into a demonic state" began to surface; while this state granted him a surge in power, it imposed an even greater burden on his body, causing the golden radiance surrounding him to grow increasingly dim.
Yet, Li Dong was unaware that Luo Shaowen was faring no better. The faint, dark wisps woven into the Pure Yang energy indicated that the two forces had not yet fully integrated. Although the sheer volume of Li Dong's Pure Yang energy was less than his own, it remained a state of "utmost purity"—untainted and potent. It exerted a powerful, suppressive effect on the foreign, corrupted energies Luo Shaowen had integrated into his own power. A single direct collision cost Luo Shaowen a significant amount of strength, and the Pure Yang energy within his own body—not yet entirely subdued—began to surge and grow volatile. This is precisely why, even in the heat of battle, Luo Shaowen kept Tang Lanyan clinging to his body. Her formidable physique continued to resist him; her powerful vaginal muscles writhed and clamped down, ensnaring his cock as if it were trapped deep within her core—squeezed, bitten, and constricted by countless folds, each one engorged like a tiny, hungry mouth.
Had it been any ordinary man, his cock would have gone numb within seconds, forced into an explosive, mind-shattering climax.
And though Luo Shaowen appeared to hold the upper hand—driving Tang Lanyan to sob uncontrollably—one must consider the rarity of the "Heart of Pure Yang" he possessed, a relic left behind by the forbidden-tier powerhouse Li Zhiyu. Subduing this "Queen of War" had required every trick in his arsenal; more than once, he had nearly lost control of the situation.
Capturing the Queen of War had been an immense undertaking, and even now, it was only because he had injected Tang Lanyan with that "Pure Yang Essence" that he was able to force her into such tearful submission.
Yet, this Pure Yang Essence was an incredibly precious resource...
Had he not been so determined to conquer the Queen of War, he never would have squandered it like this. The supply was finite—every drop used was a drop gone forever.
Li Zhiyu was no longer truly among the living; he could no longer produce such essence.
Only a physical confrontation between a man and a woman—steeped in such intense, perilous energy—could trigger the "Heart of Pure Yang's" innate instinct to resist, thereby making its power accessible to him.