The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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This thought stirred within Wang Meng a bizarre mix of relief and pity.

However, before he could fully relax, Li Canghai's next words were like an invisible, sharper, and colder knife, piercing through his newly established, shallow understanding of the world, along with his laughable sense of pity.

Her suspended figure floated gently to the window.

His gaze drifted slowly towards the desolate Mantuo Manor shrouded in night outside the window.

In an instant, the whole world fell silent.

The lingering shame and ecstasy left on him by those three women, the lewd stimulation from the mess in the room, the intense pain from the old and new wounds...

All of this pales in comparison to this short sentence.

"...Ordinary people don't have thirteen kidneys."

Wang Meng's heart, which had just relaxed slightly due to a sliver of hope, was instantly gripped tightly by an invisible hand formed from millennia-old ice!

A chilling cold, a thousand times colder than the coldest winter, shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head! It was as if all the blood in his body had been frozen into ice shards at that moment.

She knows!

She really knows!

This thought was no longer a guess, no longer a fearful fantasy, but a bloody reality that she personally confirmed in the calmest yet cruelest way!

His greatest secret, the foundation of his livelihood, the unique advantage he had always believed to be a gift from heaven... was so transparent in front of this woman!

Wang Meng's lips moved silently, but no sound came out. He felt as if his breath had been completely taken away.

He couldn't understand it...

Who is she?

How could she know?

Is there anyone in this world who can see through the internal structure of his body?

Li Canghai, however, simply hovered quietly by the window.

Her phoenix eyes, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns, calmly gazed at the man.

There was no threat, no boasting, and not even the slightest hint of surprise at "discovering a secret" in her eyes.

Yes, it's just a kind of pure curiosity, similar to that of a top-level chess player who, upon discovering an interesting "odd piece" that doesn't belong in the game and has fallen from the sky.

"You... are very special."

Li Canghai stretched out her flawless, seemingly otherworldly hand and aimed it at Wang Meng's heart.

Her long, slender, jade-like finger pointed straight and steadily at his chest.

That wasn't a threatening move; it was more like an astronomer, in the vast sea of ​​stars, finally using instruments to precisely lock onto a strange, isolated star that had never been discovered before and that violated all known laws.

At this moment, Wang Meng's breath was completely choked.

He could feel his heart pounding wildly and erratically, like a caged beast, right where the finger was pointing.

Then, he heard what she said next.

"I originally thought I was going to die."

Her voice remained calm and still, as if she were recounting the fate of someone else, someone unrelated to her.

But then, her tone suddenly shifted.

For the first time, a flame ignited in those phoenix eyes that had been completely empty. It was neither the fire of desire nor the fire of anger.

Rather, it is a more primal, more terrifying, life itself, the most extreme obsession with "existence."

"but……"

Her voice became incredibly clear, and incredibly... firm.

"...I don't want to die!"

This is not a plea, nor is it a prayer.

This is a declaration.

A monster who has lived for three hundred years issues a resolute challenge when faced with "destiny".

"Buzz!"

In that instant, Wang Meng's mind was struck as if by a blazing, sulfurous bolt of lightning! The extreme fear, after reaching its peak, inexplicably transformed into a more violent, more primal, and more...exciting energy!

afraid?

Of course he's afraid!

But what's the use of being afraid?

Faced with this woman of unknown origin and extraordinary strength, all his resistance and struggles were nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

She can see through your biggest secret at a glance, and she has a million ways to crush you like an insect, and then take what she wants from your corpse.

Rather than sitting idly by and waiting to be slaughtered... rather than being like a moth caught in a spider's web, slowly drained of its life in fear... it's better to... take a gamble!

He's betting she won't dare kill him!

To gamble on her, you need a "living" version of yourself that can continuously generate that "special essence"!

This thought, like a wildfire, instantly spread throughout his entire body!

Wang Meng suddenly took a step back.

That step, seemingly an escape, seemingly out of fear, actually allowed him to completely break free from the tangible, icy divine pressure emanating from Li Canghai.

Then he took another step forward.

The aura that had dissipated due to fear and exhaustion within him reignited at this moment!

Moreover, it burned even more fiercely and more...recklessly than before!

The fleshy blade, which had just gone limp from fear and exhaustion, now seemed to respond to the primal, domineering desire that had been rekindled within him.

Once again, little by little, fiercely and stubbornly, it raised its ferocious head again.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on Li Canghai's flawless face.

"You want me... to help you?"

His voice was hoarse and rough, yet it was filled with an unquestionable, absolute dominance, as if he were interrogating a criminal.

For the first time, a tiny, insignificant ripple appeared in Li Canghai's usually calm and still phoenix eyes, like the ripples spreading across a still lake after a pebble has been thrown in.

She seemed surprised that this "variable," whom she considered no different from an ant, dared to speak to her in such a tone.

However, Wang Meng didn't give her any time to react at all.

His lower body, which had become hot, hard, and full of explosive power again, suddenly thrust forward violently!

The massive gun, stained with the bodily fluids and sweat of the three women left from the previous battle, stood there, completely exposed, pointing fiercely at Li Canghai's sacred and inviolable face through his ripped trousers, displaying a raw and violent aesthetic.

"If this is really the case..."

A cruel smile, full of savagery and mockery, spread across Wang Meng's lips.

"Then... at least you should have the attitude of asking someone for a favor!"

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.

Li Canghai's body, suspended in mid-air, remained still and motionless.

She didn't speak, she just looked at him.

Looking at his face, brimming with primal wildness, at the flame in his eyes that had been rekindled and become even more ferocious, at him… that weapon that was facing his own, his most primal male weapon, with no hesitation and in the most lewd manner.

For the first time, her phoenix eyes, which had lived for "three hundred years" and seen through all the illusions of the world, revealed a trace of genuine bewilderment belonging to the "unknown".

She had seen countless people before her, some humble, some fearful, some greedy, and some fanatical.

They knelt down, kowtowed, and offered everything they had, just to beg for her elusive, fleeting mercy.

But she had never met anyone like that before.

After realizing that he was the only lifeline in her eyes, he didn't panic. Instead, he challenged her in the most primitive, brutal, and vulgar way.

He wasn't begging. He was...extorting.

What an audacious madman!

Li Canghai did not move.

Her body, suspended in mid-air, just stood there quietly, watching Wang Meng.

Looking at his face, brimming with primal wildness, at the flame in his eyes that had been rekindled and become even more ferocious, at him… that weapon that was facing his own, his most primal male weapon, with no hesitation and in the most lewd manner.

Time seemed to have passed for a very long time.

It felt like only a moment had passed.

The confusion on her otherwise otherworldly face gradually faded away.

Instead, there was a much stronger, unprecedented... interest.

"Ah……"

A very soft, almost inaudible laugh, like a feather brushing against harp strings, escaped from her naturally red lips.

"The attitude one should have when asking someone for a favor?"

She repeated Wang Meng's words, but her voice was no longer ethereal and otherworldly; instead, it carried a touch of real, down-to-earth warmth, a hint of... languid charm born from aroused curiosity.

Then, under Wang Meng's watchful and wary gaze, her godlike body, which had been suspended in mid-air, slowly, slowly descended.

For the first time, her bare, spotless, and jade-white feet truly stepped onto this filthy floor, which was filled with soup, oil, and bodily fluids.

The moment her soles made contact with the sticky floor, Wang Meng seemed to hear a soft "sizzle" sound.

That wasn't a real sound; it was an illusion.

Her gaze slowly moved downwards from Wang Meng's provocative face.

That gaze was no longer the cold, scrutinizing gaze it once held. Instead, it became… sticky, warm, and filled with an undisguised, subtle, and exploratory desire.

Finally, her gaze fell upon his menacing, explosively powerful fleshy blade, which was pointed directly at her.