In the blink of an eye, two or three more bursts followed. As his cock pulled away entirely, the final jet struck Tang Lanyan's firm, prominent breasts—the force of the discharge was so intense it seemed to whistle through the air, a testament to the ferocity with which he had been thrusting deep within her honeyed cavern.
Li Dong had never anticipated Luo Shaowen's sudden withdrawal, and his intended punch swung harmlessly through empty air.
Luo Shaowen, however, had clearly prepared for this. The moment he pulled his cock free, he clenched his hands into fists. Reaching past Tang Lanyan's sides, he launched a strike toward Li Dong's chest—aiming directly for the *Qihai* acupoint, known as the "middle *dantian*." Simultaneously, his other fist hammered toward the true *dantian* below.
Had these blows landed squarely, Li Dong would have been killed or, at the very least, suffered grievous injury. A direct hit to the *dantian* would have been catastrophic—all his efforts toward recovery would have vanished into thin air, gone forever!
At this critical, hair-breadth moment, an urgent cry—"Dong'er!"—rang out, reaching Li Dong's ears. The surrounding space suddenly became incredibly viscous. Luo Shaowen's fist, as if encountering immense resistance, slowed down significantly. Li Dong managed to block the blow with his left fist, but Luo Shaowen's right fist still landed squarely against his body.
"Urgh!"
It felt as though his *dantian* had been struck by a charging rhinoceros; Li Dong—along with Tang Lanyan—was sent flying backward.
Thanks to the cushioning effect of the viscous space, although his *dantian* had suffered further damage and been infiltrated by foreign energy, he could still sense its presence—a small mercy amidst the misfortune.
As he was sent reeling, Li Dong caught sight of a graceful figure rushing toward them from a distance.
It was Aunt Yingji! Recalling the cry he had heard when the danger first emerged, he realized instantly that it was she who had intervened to protect him.
Yet, Li Dong also noticed that Luo Shaowen made no attempt to pursue him or reclaim Tang Lanyan; instead, without a moment's hesitation, he pivoted and charged straight toward Aunt Yingji.
"Aunt Yingji, watch out!"
Li Dong shouted out; disregarding his own injuries, he forced himself to channel his Pure Yang True Qi and gave chase to Luo Shaowen.
However, a sharp, searing pain erupted from his damaged Dantian—compounded by the disruptive, foreign energy wreaking havoc within him—causing him to collapse to the ground before he could even begin his pursuit.
He could only watch, helpless, as Luo Shaowen rapidly closed the distance toward Aunt Yingji.
Seeing Aunt Yingji on the verge of danger, Li Dong was consumed by frantic anxiety and despair. Although she was formidable in her own right, close-quarters physical combat was not her strength.
The earlier exchange had laid bare the terrifying physical prowess of Luo Shaowen; if he managed to get within reach, Aunt Yingji would be in grave peril!
In the blink of an eye, Luo Shaowen—his massive, thick cock, dripping with viscous white fluid, swaying between his legs—arrived before Aunt Yingji. He thrust out a large hand, reaching to seize her.
Aunt Yingji raised a slender, jade-like arm; just as before, Luo Shaowen's body seemed to sink into a quagmire, his momentum abruptly slowing.
Aunt Yingji took a step back, and the arm Luo Shaowen had swung forward brushed past her prominent, voluptuous bosom.
The impact sent her snow-white, abundant breasts—encased within her qipao—swaying violently from side to side. More than half of their pale, soft flesh spilled out, the contours of her side-breasts fully exposed, revealing nearly the entirety of the delicate, cherry-pink areolas—soft and thin as a silkworm's cocoon.
The center of the qipao dipped inward, and together with the outer edges, it traced the full, rounded silhouettes of her breasts, which now resembled two large, plump teardrops. Along the edges of the *qipao*—which clung precariously to the tips of her breasts—a dark, damp patch emerged with every sway. The exposed areolae shimmered with a faint, watery sheen, while a milky-white fluid meandered down the soft, supple flesh of her breasts.
An intoxicating, sweet, and rich fragrance—the scent of her own milk—instantly permeated the air.
Caught off guard, Luo Shaowen felt his massive cock—straining between his thighs—react to the intense stimulation; it snapped upward, striking his own lower abdomen.
With a burning gaze, Luo Shaowen lunged forward, intent on seizing Jiang Yingji once more.
Yet, he immediately felt as though he were sinking into a quagmire. This only confirmed his suspicion: while he was the nominal master of this realm, the space itself held a far greater affinity for Jiang Yingji.
He was right—this realm had originally been left for Jiang Yingji by Li Zhiyu. She had always possessed the ultimate authority, but until now, she had held the key without the corresponding power to manipulate the space.
Now, however, the presence of the "Pure Yang Essence" within her had provided the missing piece.
Though Luo Shaowen was indeed the master of this space, Jiang Yingji was its favored darling—so much so that she could cause the realm to "turn" on its own master, actively repelling him.
Putting some distance between herself and Luo Shaowen, Jiang Yingji summoned the old servant. With a graceful, sweeping motion of her slender, snow-white arm—reminiscent of a lotus root—she sent the old man's hunched figure flying toward Luo Shaowen, as if he were being hoisted by an invisible hand—much like one might toss a dog.
Simultaneously, the curses embedded within the old servant's body were triggered, forcing him into a desperate, life-or-death struggle against Luo Shaowen. ...
Seeing Aunt Yingji out of danger, Li Dong let out a sigh of relief. He failed to notice the look of utter bewilderment on the face of the old servant who had been thrust forward—his posture, too, appeared unnatural, as if he were a marionette being forcibly manipulated, shoved into the eye of the storm without a moment's preparation.
Li Dong only saw the most powerful and loyal servant by Aunt Yingji's side stepping up to the front line—unaware that the man, having been tossed out by Jiang Yingji, was likely cursing her under his breath. He had no intention of confronting Luo Shaowen; his only goal was to fish in troubled waters.
The old servant had already realized that the intense battle had turned this location into a weak point in the fabric of the space. A realm created by a "Forbidden-tier" powerhouse could never rival the stability of the true, objective reality; under the violent clash of energies, such vulnerabilities were bound to emerge.
With a weak point identified, escaping would be a simple matter.
All he needed was an opening to shatter the space, whisk Jiang Yingji away, and then—free as a bird in the vast sky—he would be beyond anyone's reach.
Whether it meant seizing Xiang Anping's body or, conversely, imprisoning the "Queen of Shanghai" to keep as his own personal captive—both were well within his grasp.
That was precisely why he had no desire to wade into this mess, let alone face off against Luo Shaowen—an "aberration" who had defied the natural order by devouring the power of Pure Yang.
It was a task both genuinely dangerous and entirely thankless.