Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

Chapter 695: Chapter 695 - Arrival of Tianlong in front of Pigs

The four sect leaders exchanged glances. Zhao Kuang’s narrow eyes hardened. Wang Deyu’s portly body shifted. Han Tianxiao’s scarred face twisted into a grin. Madam Fengyan’s composed face remained cold.

"Take the girl," Zhao Kuang said.

The four armies surged.

Ten thousand cultivators moved. The sky became a wall of spiritual energy, the combined pressure descending on the Azure Cloud Sect like a collapsing mountain. The defensive formation arrays on the sect’s perimeter activated, the diagrams glowing, the barriers rising. But the barriers cracked. Flickered. Failed under the overwhelming pressure.

Jin Wuchen roared. His Golden Core energy erupted. His enormous frame launched forward, his fist condensing peak Golden Core qi into a blade of golden light that tore through the advancing army’s front line. Bodies flew. Blood sprayed. But more came. More. More.

The elders followed. Biyu’s silver qi lashed out. Hanlin’s golden energy swept. Suwen’s defensive formations shielded. Tianqing’s blade flashed.

But it was not enough. Four peak Golden Core sect leaders. Ten thousand cultivators. Against one peak Golden Core sect leader, four Golden Core elders, and three hundred Azure Cloud Sect disciples.

The sky was falling.

Jin Yuhan raised her hand. Her Nascent Soul energy blazed. The golden light pushed back the advancing pressure. But she was one. Against four. Against ten thousand.

’This is it. This is where it ends. The sect will fall. Father will die. And I will be... taken. By those men. By those pigs.’

’Where is the ancestor? He left. He got bored. He’s with that woman. The one with the big tits and the purple hair. He doesn’t care about me. He never cared. . A transaction. He got what he wanted and moved on.’

’I’m alone.’

She closed her dark eyes. The tears came. She braced for the impact.

Then the sky broke.

Not broke. Shattered. The spiritual energy in the atmosphere, the combined pressure of ten thousand cultivators, the combined auras of four peak Golden Core sect leaders, the entire sky full of hostile qi, was hit by something.

A shockwave.

The wave was invisible. Silent. But the effect was not. The spiritual energy in the sky rippled. Then convulsed. Then collapsed. The combined pressure of ten thousand cultivators was dispersed in an instant, the energy scattering like leaves in a hurricane. The four sect leaders were thrown backward, their bodies hurtling through the air, their Golden Core auras flickering wildly. The army behind them screamed as the shockwave hit, thousands of cultivators losing their balance, their formation breaking, their bodies tumbling.

Jin Wuchen staggered. His Golden Core energy, already straining, was disrupted by the shockwave. He caught himself midair, his enormous frame stabilizing. His dark eyes were wide.

The elders were thrown against the sect’s outer wall. Biyu slammed into the stone, her slender body crumpling. Hanlin hit the ground, his white beard covered in dust. Suwen was caught by Tianqing, the young elder’s arms wrapping around her as they slid across the jade courtyard.

Jin Yuhan was thrown. Her Nascent Soul energy flared, stabilizing her body, but the shockwave was too strong. She tumbled through the air, her formal robes whipping, her obsidian hair coming loose from its pins.

An arm caught her.

A large, warm, golden-skinned arm. It wrapped around her waist. Pulled her against a chest. A broad, muscular chest. Golden skin. The scent of divine qi, of jasmine, of a man who had spent the night fucking and smelled like sex and power.

Tianlong.

He was hovering above the courtyard. His formal immortal’s attire was absent. He wore a simple dark robe, untied, hanging open, revealing his golden chest and abdominals. His dark hair was loose, falling across his shoulders. His gold-crimson eyes were open. Blazing. The divine qi radiating from his body was visible, a golden aura that pressed against everything.

In his other hand, he held a teacup. Porcelain. Small. Steaming.

He had been drinking tea.

The shockwave had come from him. A pulse of divine qi, released casually, while drinking tea, that had dispersed the combined spiritual pressure of ten thousand cultivators and four peak Golden Core sect leaders.

He looked at the four sect leaders, struggling to stabilize in the sky. At the army, reeling, their formation broken. At Jin Wuchen, hovering, his dark eyes wide with shock.

"What is the founder of the Azure Cloud Sect still alive?" Han Tianxiao choked. His scarred face was white. "That energy, that pressure, what was..."

"No," Zhao Kuang breathed. His narrow eyes were wide, the pupils dilated. "Not the founder. Something... else."

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes found Jin Yuhan. She was in his arm, pressed against his chest, her slender body trembling, her dark eyes wet. She was looking up at his face. At the gold-crimson eyes. At the calm, unbothered expression of a man who had just dispersed an army with a pulse while holding a teacup.

He set her down. His hand, on her waist, slid lower. Over the curve of her hip. Over the swell of her ass. He gripped. The flesh deformed under his pale fingers, the formal robes pulling taut.

He pulled her against his side. Her slender body pressed against his, her hip against his thigh, her breast against his ribs. His hand remained on her ass, the grip possessive, the fingers kneading the firm flesh through the silk.

"She is my woman, you idiots," Tianlong said.

His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man correcting a minor misunderstanding. But the divine qi in the words pressed against every person in the sky. The spiritual pressure was not painful. It was absolute. The weight of a being who existed on a level that made peak Golden Core cultivators feel like ants.

The four sect leaders froze.

Zhao Kuang, who had been rubbing his crotch while staring at Jin Yuhan’s body, opened his mouth to speak. The word never came.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes found him. One glance. The divine qi concentrated. Focused. A thread of energy, invisible, precise, lashed out from Tianlong’s body and struck Zhao Kuang’s crotch.

The effect was instantaneous.

"AAAAAAGH!!!"

Zhao Kuang’s scream tore through the sky. His narrow face contorted. His hands flew to his crotch, his fingers clutching the fabric of his robes. Blood. Streaming from his pants. The dark red fluid soaking through the iron-gray silk, running down his legs, dripping onto the clouds below.

His balls had exploded.

Not metaphorically. Literally. The divine qi had entered his body, targeted his testicles, and detonated them. The tissue ruptured. The sac split. The blood, mixed with the liquefied remains of his testicles, poured from his ruined crotch.

"MY BALLS! MY BALLS! AAAAAGH!!!"

His body convulsed in the air. His Golden Core energy flickered wildly, the spiritual pressure destabilizing. His eyes rolled back. Blood poured from his mouth, his nose, his ears. The pain, the sheer, overwhelming, impossible pain of testicles being detonated inside his body, drove his consciousness to the edge.

The ten thousand cultivators behind him saw. The ones closest to the front saw the blood. Heard the scream. Saw their sect leader clutching his crotch, the dark stain spreading, the body convulsing.

Terror. Raw, primal, animal terror. The expressions on ten thousand faces shifted from aggression to fear in a single heartbeat.

Tianlong raised his hand. One finger. The same finger he had used to break Shen Wuji’s Nascent Soul. The digit extended toward Zhao Kuang’s convulsing body.

The divine qi concentrated. The golden aura around Tianlong’s body intensified. The telekinetic force, the divine will given physical form, wrapped around Zhao Kuang’s body.