Free Web NovelChapter 533: Chapter 533- An Immortal
"Is that a talking dog?"
The creature stopped vibrating.
It gulped. The tiny throat bobbed beneath the lightless black fur. If one possessed the sight to look past the physical shell, they would see a primordial terror hiding within. A beast that had once soared through crimson storm clouds with scales thick as shields, a genuine dragon-descendant of the old demonic wastes. Yet, right now, it was a quivering pup.
It had been drawn here by the terrifying demonic signature of the white-haired woman. She had been a monster. A true walking calamity. The dog had lurked in the shadows, terrified she might sense its ancient core.
Then, it watched this man erase her from existence with one lazy gesture.
"Y-Yes, Supreme Immortal!" the dog stammered, flattening its belly so hard against the cracked stone it seemed to merge with it. "This humble beast possesses the gift of speech! This lowly one begs for your divine mercy!"
Tianlong studied the creature. A dragon trapped in a mutt’s body, groveling at his feet. Amusing.
"Stand," he commanded. The word was quiet, yet it carried the weight of an edict.
The dog scrambled up, its tail tucked so firmly between its hind legs it vanished entirely. It bowed its oversized head again and again, tongue lolling out in a desperate display of total submission.
"Where are we?" Tianlong asked, sweeping his gaze across the shattered canopy of the ancient forest.
"This—this is the border territory, oh Peerless One," the dog barked softly, eager to prove its usefulness. "The domain of the Yin-Yang Mirage Pavilion. We sit right on the jagged edge where the orthodox lands meet the demonic wastes. Demon King kin roam freely through these woods. Because the boundaries bleed into the orthodox sects, brutal skirmishes are as common as the morning dew."
Tianlong nodded slowly. He absorbed the information, feeling the cool mountain breeze caress his bare skin. The dense spiritual energy of the forest prickled pleasantly against his pores. frёewebnoѵēl.com
The dog blinked. It tilted its head, stared at Tianlong’s midsection, then quickly averted its eyes. Curiosity, however, fought a brief war with terror, and curiosity won.
"Ah... if this lowly dog might dare to speak out of turn..." The beast swallowed hard. "Why is the Supreme Immortal presenting his divine jade pillar to the heavens? Why are you naked?"
Tianlong paused.
He looked down.
His formidable manhood rested casually against his thigh, thick and entirely unbothered by the chilly air. The shockwave of Chulteka’s final, desperate attack had obliterated every shred of silk he wore, leaving nothing but bare muscle and skin.
A wry smirk played on his lips. He raised his right hand, ready to snap his fingers and weave the surrounding ambient energy into a fresh set of robes.
Before his thumb could strike his middle finger, a shrill cry ripped through the ancient pines.
"Help! Please, someone help!"
The voice was sweet, pitched high with raw, visceral panic.
Tianlong dropped his hand. He didn’t bother weaving clothes. With his hands clasped casually behind his back, his bare feet lifted from the pulverized stone.
He simply ascended.
He drifted into the sky, hovering above the shattered canopy. The afternoon sun washed over his uncovered form, casting a warm golden hue over his chiseled torso, tracing the deep V of his lower abdomen, and highlighting the thick, resting weight swinging gently between his legs as he floated forward. He moved through the air with the serene majesty of a descended god, entirely unconcerned by his lack of attire.
Down below, the black dog scrambled frantically through the underbrush, panting as it tore through ferns to keep pace with the floating immortal.
Tianlong gazed into the distance. Through a gap in the trees, a chase was unfolding.
A woman sprinted through the dense brush. She possessed a marvelously thick figure, her curves lush and undeniable. She wore the colors of the sunset sky—a blend of pale blue and crisp white silk. Over her left breast, an intricate plum blossom crest was embroidered into the fabric.
The exertion of her sprint made the thin silk cling to her damp skin. With every panicked stride, her abundant breasts bounced wildly, straining against the tight collar of her dress. The sheer weight of them jiggled and swayed, carving an enticing, heavy outline through the sweat-soaked material. Her thighs, plush and powerful, rubbed together as she ran, tearing through the thorny bushes with frantic urgency.
"Ah," the dog panted, scrambling atop a mossy boulder to get a better view. "That crest... She is a disciple of the Mount Hua of Plump Blossoms sect!"
Tianlong hovered in the air above them. His golden-crimson eyes traced the rhythmic heave of the fleeing woman’s chest, watching the fabric pull taut over her ample assets.
"Ah," he mused aloud, his voice carrying a dry amusement. "I can see what clumpiness it is."
"Help!" the woman, Jingwei, shrieked again. Tears streamed down her flushed, dirt-smudged cheeks.
Three massive figures crashed through the trees behind her.
Brute demonic cultivators. Their skin was a sickly gray, bulging with unnatural, knotted muscles. Thick veins pulsed along their thick necks. They ran with a predatory hunch, their tongues rolling out of their mouths, licking their cracked lips as they leered at her fleeing form.
"Who gets to fuck her first?" the lead brute roared. His eyes were fixated entirely on the tantalizing sway of her wide hips.
"Me!" the second one grunted, wiping a trail of thick saliva from his chin. "Look at the meat on those bones. Should we kill her before eating her?"
"No!" the third laughed, a raspy, grating sound that echoed through the woods. "We fuck her while she screams, then we feast!"
They spewed their vulgar fantasies into the wind, closing the distance with terrifying speed.
Jingwei stumbled over an exposed root. She cried out, barely catching herself before her knees hit the dirt. She spun around, her chest heaving violently. She pointed a trembling finger at her pursuers.
The thin silk of her blouse pulled tight across her stiffened peaks, the cold mountain wind and pure adrenaline making her nipples jut out prominently, pressing hard against the sky-blue fabric.
"You beasts!" she sobbed, backing away slowly. "You dirty demonic cultivators! You already killed my senior brothers! Remember this... my master will not let you off! He will hunt you down!"
The brutes merely laughed. They slowed their pace, spreading out to form a semicircle around her thick, trembling frame, relishing the fear radiating from her plush body.
High above, bathed in the sunlight, Tianlong watched the scene unfold.
His expression remained calm, his naked body casting a long, imposing shadow over the forest floor as he decided his next move.
Her foot caught on a jagged root, and this time, there was no regaining her balance. Jingwei hit the forest floor hard, letting out a sharp gasp as the damp earth scraped her knees.
Before she could even attempt to scramble backward, a shadow fell over her. A massive, gray-skinned hand clamped down on her shoulder, pinning her lush curves to the dirt.
"Nowhere left to run, little meat bun," the lead brute purred, his foul breath washing over her face.
He didn’t hesitate. His thick, clawed fingers hooked into the collar of her sky-blue dress and pulled.
The delicate silk gave way with a sharp *riiiip*. Cool air rushed over Jingwei’s heated skin as the ruined fabric fell aside, exposing the pure white silk of her traditional *dudou*. The tight undergarment struggled to contain the sheer volume of her plush breasts, the silken strings digging deep into the soft flesh of her neck and shoulders.
"Look at these," another brute grunted, dropping to his knees.
A rough, calloused hand grabbed a handful of her left breast right over the white silk. He squeezed hard, kneading the soft flesh and making the heavy mound spill generously over the edge of the fabric. The rough friction caused the sensitive peak beneath the *dudou* to pebble instantly, a distinct, hardened nub pressing outward against the white silk.
Jingwei shrieked, thrashing her thick thighs against the dirt. "No! Get your filthy hands off me!"
But the third cultivator was already at her hips. His greedy fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, tearing the fabric down to reveal her matching white silk panties, stretched delightfully tight across her wide, quivering hips and plump bottom.
The brutes began to unbuckle their own coarse trousers, their laughter blending into a chorus of dark, predatory lust. Jingwei squeezed her eyes shut, hot tears spilling down her flushed cheeks.
Then, the sky shattered.
There was no warning. No gathering of clouds. Just a blinding, pure white pillar of heavenly lightning that slammed into the earth with the force of a falling star. The shockwave rattled Jingwei’s teeth, throwing a cloud of dirt and crushed leaves over her trembling form.
The cruel laughter ceased.
Where the three massive demonic cultivators had stood a fraction of a second prior, there was only empty air. Fine, gray ash drifted down like macabre snow, settling softly onto the torn remnants of Jingwei’s dress.
"Are you alright?"
The voice was smooth, carrying a resonant, calming weight that seemed to command the very air itself.
Jingwei blinked her tear-filled eyes open. She looked up from the dirt, tracing the source of the heavenly sound.
High above her, bathed in the piercing rays of the afternoon sun, a man floated in the sky. An overwhelming, suffocating aura of an Immortal Emperor cascaded from him, turning his silhouette into something divine and untouchable. The sheer radiance of his power was blinding.
Yet, as her blurry vision adjusted, the first thing that truly registered to her shocked mind wasn’t his glowing aura or his handsome face.
It was the thick, heavy cock hanging lazily between his muscular thighs.
Resting in its relaxed state, the formidable shaft looked incredibly dense, its broad, crimson head catching the sunlight in a way that made it impossible to ignore. Because of his elevation, it dangled right in her line of sight, a blatant, majestic display of unfiltered masculinity.
Jingwei’s breath caught in her throat. The terror of her near-assault momentarily vanished, replaced by a deep, sudden heat that crept up her neck and settled in her chest.
Staring up at the naked immortal and his imposing jade pillar, her heart gave a violent, echoing thump against her ribs. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
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