Chapter 21: Master...(+18)- PowerStone Thanks Chapter
October 30, 2019. Chaos reigned in the Heavenly Sun Sect's central plaza as dusk bled red across the cracked jade tiles, once a gleaming hub of sect pride, now a shattered expanse littered with broken gold banners and blood-streaked bodies. The air pulsed with fractured qi, sharp with smoke and the metallic tang of spilled blood—enforcers' corpses strewn from the spire rooftop clash (Ch. 20). Bai Ling stumbled through the wreckage, tattered robes slipping off her jade skin, full tits swaying as she moaned—"Master... fuck me—more!"—her voice a lustful lash, early Core Formation qi a faint hum, Jin Xiao's pawn since the grove (Ch. 5). She clawed at the air, eyes glassy—"Fuck... he's mine—harder!"—pussy dripping slickness, stoking the chaos.
Jin Xiao strode through the plaza's heart, golden eyes blazing with cold triumph, Golden Core qi—forged on the spire (Ch. 20)—surging through his lean frame, a dark storm rippling outward. His black hair whipped in the wind, no longer cloaked, a conqueror claiming his ruin. "Sun Wei's ash—sect's mine," he thought, voice a low growl as he flicked qi into a fallen qi banner—a dark pulse warping its golden hum, threading chaos deeper. The NTR System chimed—"Sect collapse initiated. Qi reserve: Golden Core stabilized."—his power cemented, chaos his throne.
Sun Wei knelt amid the rubble, hawkish features twisted in fury, gold-threaded robes torn, Nascent Soul qi a faltering golden haze—eyes wild as enforcers' bodies piled around him, their loyalty shattered (Ch. 20). "Rogue—no—I rule!" he rasped, voice cracked with desperation, spear trembling in his grip—"Sect's mine!"—qi slashing air, a weak golden arc splintering a tile, missing Jin Xiao. "He can't—my reign!" he thought, qi surging feebly, defiance crumbling as enforcers fled or fell.
Bai Mei writhed nearby, gold robe shredded to rags, heavy tits bared as she crawled—"Fuck... Bai Yun... fuck me..."—Nascent Soul qi extinguished (Ch. 15), silver-streaked hair matted, her pride ash since the crypt. "Fuck... he's all—fuck me!" she moaned, pussy gushing slickness, amplifying the chaos—Bai Yun's forge death (Ch. 8) to plaza glory (Ch. 3) now Jin Xiao's echo.
Wei Lan's remnants—five silver-robed disciples—burst from a plaza arch, blades drawn, late Qi Condensation qi pulsing blue—led by disciple Lin Hao, a lean青年 with fierce eyes, Wei Lan's protégé (Ch. 18 implied). "Sun Wei falls—avenge her!" he roared, voice raw, qi slashing gold—a blue arc clashing Sun Wei's spear, sparks flying—"For Bai Mei!" Their blades met enforcers' remnants—"Traitors die!"—blood spraying, a desperate stand against collapse.
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Xue Yin emerged atop a fallen banner pole, gaunt frame cloaked in black, pale skin taut, red eyes blazing—mid-Core Formation qi pulsing with demonic taint, black qi surging as he leapt. "Chaos burns—sect's ash!" he rasped, claws slashing—a disciple's chest torn, blood spraying—red mist threading into the plaza's qi arrays, their hum twisting crimson. "Jin Xiao's ruin—Abyss harvests!" he thought, grin widening as demonic qi flared—slum fires below raging, Yanhai's chaos his fuel.
Jin Xiao turned, qi flaring Golden Core—"Sun Wei's done—sect's mine!"—voice ice slashing through moans, qi dart piercing an enforcer's throat—blood gushing. He flicked the needle (Ch. 7–15) into Bai Ling's tits—"Scream!"—"Fuck... Master—more!"—then Bai Mei's clit—"Beg!"—"Fuck me... now—please!"—their moans a chorus shattering Sun Wei's will. Sun Wei roared—"No—mine!"—spear slashing, cracking stone, but Jin Xiao's shield flared, golden arc shattering—"Ash kneels," he taunted, qi surging—dark waves rippling, enforcers collapsing, Wei Lan's remnants faltering—Lin Hao's blade trembling—"No... Bai Mei..."—Sun Wei's qi fading as Xue Yin's red mist thickened, the plaza's golden light swallowed by ash and moans.