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These words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, struck Jing'an Master and Wu Qingying's minds fiercely!
"No...impossible!"
Master Jing'an's face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color: "Canhe Manor is teeming with experts... You... how could you possibly..."
"Who said I was alone?"
Wang Meng let out a hearty laugh, pointing to the courtyard filled with the treasures belonging to the Murong family.
He smiled and released Li Qingluo from his arms.
Then, he moved.
His target was not the old nun who was on the verge of collapse at all.
Instead, it was that exquisitely beautiful girl in a white dress who kept her head down the whole time, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.
"Little beauty!"
Wang Meng exuded a heavy, unyielding aura, a mixture of blood and male hormones, filled with oppressive power.
He walked step by step toward Wu Qingying, his eyes, which seemed to be able to strip a person naked, brazenly scanning her high breasts and buttocks. "Your master seems to be scared out of his wits."
"Don't be afraid, I'm much more caring than that old nun."
Wu Qingying's mind went completely blank.
She felt a deadly aura that made her legs go weak as it rushed towards her.
She wanted to run, but her legs felt like they were nailed to the ground, unable to move.
She could even clearly smell the strong masculine scent emanating from this man, a scent that filled her with immense fear, yet also caused a certain part of her body to uncontrollably heat up and become damp.
"evil creature!
Stay away from my disciple!
Master Jing'an finally recovered from the huge shock of the Murong family being wiped out!
She saw Wang Meng approaching her most beloved disciple step by step like a wild beast. In an instant, her instinct to protect her offspring overwhelmed all fear and shock!
Master Jing'an shouted sharply, and a resolute and fearless spirit burst forth from her withered face!
With her hands forming a sword-like gesture and her feet moving with the unique, dense yet swift footwork of the Hengshan School, she pounced on Wang Meng's back like a female leopard protecting her cubs!
That single finger strike embodied all her life's skill, and her fingertip even produced a sharp whistling sound that seemed to tear through the air!
However, her actual strength was just so-so.
Otherwise, the Hengshan Sect, one of the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sects, is on the verge of becoming a third-rate sect.
Just as her sharp finger was about to touch Wang Meng's back, Wang Meng didn't even turn his head.
He simply waved his hand impatiently behind him.
The movement was so casual, as if he were shooing away a pesky fly.
"Go away!"
He uttered two cold words.
An invisible yet powerful force, strong enough to shake mountains, erupted from behind him!
"boom!"
A muffled sound!
Master Jing'an's all-out attack, which she was determined to win, was as fragile as paper in the face of that violent energy, and was instantly shattered!
She didn't even have time to scream before she was blasted away like a kite with a broken string!
In mid-air, it spat out a large mouthful of bright red blood mist, and then, with a "plop," it crashed heavily onto the muddy ground a dozen steps away. After struggling for a couple of moments, it could no longer get up.
one move!
It was just one move.
Wang Meng didn't even glance at that move!
The outer sect elder of the Hengshan Sect, Abbess Jing'an, was already seriously injured!
The entire backyard fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
At this moment, Wu Qingying was completely terrified.
She witnessed firsthand her master, who was usually incredibly stern and whose word was law in the Hengshan Sect.
Like a rag doll, she was casually knocked away by this man.
That brutal reality belonging to the strong transformed into the ultimate fear, like an invisible hand tightly gripping her heart, making it impossible for her to even breathe.
Wang Meng finally walked up to her.
His tall frame shielded him from all the flames.
It cast a huge shadow that filled her with despair.
She could clearly smell the man's strong, almost nauseating odor—a mixture of blood, sweat, and intense masculinity.
She could feel his molten, aggressive gaze.
He was slowly, inch by inch, stripping off his clothes and examining every part of his body.
"My little beauty!"
Wang Meng slowly reached out and gently lifted Wu Qingying's smooth, cold chin with his rough fingertips.
He forced her to raise her head and look directly at him!
"Now, no one can save you!"
Wu Qingying's body was trembling uncontrollably.
Tears, finally uncontrollably, burst forth from her beautiful, terrified eyes, silently streaming down her pale cheeks.
"no, do not want……"
From her parched throat, she finally managed to squeeze out a faint, pleading sound, barely audible.
Wang Hemeng looked at her pitiful appearance, with tears streaming down her face.
He lowered his head, bringing his face close to hers, his hot breath spraying directly onto her sensitive, delicate face.
"What don't you want?"
His malicious, low-pitched seduction, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, licked at Wu Qingying's earlobe.
He stopped using those vulgar and offensive words and instead used a different approach that sent shivers down her spine.
"look!"
His voice, hot with breath, was like a spell.
"You keep saying no."
But your body tells the truth better than anyone else.
His iron-like hand slowly moved upwards, and with the back of his fingers, he gently stroked her chest, which was heaving violently with fear.
Through that thin, plain dress, he could clearly feel the young heart pounding frantically, as if in its death throes.
"It's telling me that it's scared... but also excited."
"Believe it or not, I can make you..."
The words are not finished yet.
Wu Qingying's body stiffened abruptly.
A surge of uncontrollable, scalding warmth.
From deep within her lower abdomen, the dam burst open.
The warm liquid, with a slightly fishy smell, instantly soaked through her thin underwear.
Following the inside of her thighs, which were trembling and pressed together in fear.
It flowed down slowly.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
She could clearly feel the damp heat, a symbol of extreme shame, gradually soaking her snow-white dress, leaving a small, dark, and pathetic stain on the muddy ground.
All sounds are silent.
She could even hear the faint, dripping sound of the shameful liquid falling from her skirt.
Wang Meng simply watched her quietly.
He didn't lower his head, nor did he make any more exaggerated sniffing movements; he just wore a mocking smile.
Turn around and walk back!
Wu Qingying suddenly let out a short scream, and her center of gravity became unsteady.
In a disheveled state, he fell flat on his backside onto the cold, muddy ground.
That snow-white dress was instantly stained with a large, dirty stain.
Her pale face was filled with disbelief.
She had thought that she was destined for hell today.
But she never expected that Wang Meng would let her go so easily.
Wang Meng didn't even have the interest to look at her again.
Everything is completely gone.
He turned around and casually beckoned to the two relatively burly maids beside him, who were staring in disbelief.
"Get this old nun who's still alive, and this one too!"
He pointed with his chin at Wu Qingying, who was slumped on the ground, trembling, with a large wet patch under her buttocks, and said, "Those girls who have wet their pants, throw them back into their own courtyards."
His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.
"We'll send them away tomorrow morning."