Free Web NovelChapter 536: Chapter 536- The Brutal Truth of Cultivation World
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH
The voices crashed wildly through the twisting trees, boots pounding the soft earth like desperate heartbeats, swords still humming with leftover spiritual energy as the other five women erupted from the thick undergrowth — and then froze completely in shocked horror. freēwēbnovel.com
Meiren skidded hard on the pine needles, almost tumbling forward. Liufen’s delicate hand flew straight to her trembling mouth, eyes widening in pure disbelief.
What stood throbbing before them was not the proud Wei Jiushan they knew.
The demonic cultivator was enormous — a full head taller than any man in their sect, his powerful frame built on a terrifying scale that seemed designed to shatter the world’s very architecture and every last bit of their dignity. His skin gleamed dark as wet ink, every single muscle so sharply defined it looked brutally carved by dark gods themselves, the deep erotic cuts between each group catching the dappled light like sinful sculpture meant for ruin. Six thick abdominal muscles stacked down a stomach hammered from pure iron, flexing with raw power. His neck bulged thick as a man’s thigh, veins pulsing visibly.
His cock — buried to the absolute root inside poor Suyin’s stretched, shaking, dripping body — was monstrously massive. The dark shaft throbbed with defined ridges running its entire obscene length, each one dragging and scraping greedily against her tight inner walls with every tiny movement he made. Seven, maybe eight inches of pure cultivator-enhanced, vein-bulging girth that had completely rearranged her insides in the span of one brutal thrust, turning her sacred core into a vulgar, cock-sleeved mess.
He kept one enormous hand flat and heavy against the small of her arched back, pinning her helplessly to the rough tree like a pinned butterfly.
His other hand rested casually at his side, coated thickly in warm crimson.
At his feet, split perfectly in half at the waist — divided with clean, dispassionate, blade-fast precision that moved faster than any scream could escape — lay Wei Jiushan.
The upper half of his body rested face-up in the pine needles, brown eyes still open and glassy, frozen forever on that dazed, soft, cathedral-like expression he wore when she kissed him so lovingly. The lower half had flopped the other way. Thick blood soaked darkly into the forest floor, mixing with the scent of pine and raw sex.
"No —" Fenxu’s voice came out as a broken, whispery whimper. "No, no — nooo"
"WE ARE UNDER ATTACK — AHHH!!"
"SOUND THE WARD STONE — PLEASE!!"
"SISTER SUYIN — HEEELP HER!!"
Suyin’s head lolled weakly against the bark, her whole trembling body shaking violently like a leaf in a storm. Fresh tears dripped down the rough pine surface, her fingers still gripping and scrabbling desperately at nothing, nails scraping uselessly. Her lower belly bulged so visibly, obscenely distended, the thick cock-outline shifting and pulsing every time her body shuddered in forced pleasure.
"You bastard —" The words spilled from her broken and wet, barely speech at all, turning into a slutty sob. "You fucking monstrous bastard — hahh"
The demonic cultivator’s head turned toward her so slowly, unhurried, like he owned every second of her suffering and ecstasy.
He looked at her over his broad shoulder the way a man looks at a piece of dripping fruit he is still savouring, still devouring.
Then he drew back his hips — and the ridged shaft dragged out of her clenching pussy with a wet, vulgar sensation that made her vision white out completely, sparks exploding in her mind, before he drove forward again with a meaty, brutal collision that sent the force slamming straight through her belly, rearranging her womb even deeper.
PAH— PAH— PAH—
’"HAHNGH — NGH — STOPSTOPSTOP IT HURTS SO MUCH— AHHHNGHH!!"’
Her heavy breasts slammed forward into the tree bark, the soft, plump mounds flattening lewdly against the rough surface, stiffened nipples scraping raw and sensitive against the pine as his powerful thrust pushed her entire body forward. Her pussy juices squirted messily around his thick invading cock.
He raised his free hand, still glistening with blood.
Not toward her.
He raised it lazily toward the tree line, toward the five frozen, horrified women in their white-and-silver robes, his dark eyes gleaming with cruel hunger.
"Go," he said. His voice was deep, smooth, utterly leisurely, a voice belonging to a man who was comfortable with the massive scale of what he was doing — breaking bodies and minds alike. His eyes moved across the group of trembling women with the calm evaluation of a merchant eyeing fresh, fuckable inventory.
"Enjoy yourselves." A dark, wicked smile spread across his face. "Kill those who protest. Break the rest"
The air itself split open with demonic energy.
Four shapes dropped heavily from the canopy above.
They hit the ground running — four more demonic cultivators, each one enormous and terrifying, skin the same glistening ink-dark shade, each radiating a crushing wave of demonic spiritual pressure that slammed into the orthodox disciples like a physical wall of pure lust and dominance. Their eyes glowed animal-bright, fixed and starving for soft female flesh.
Meiren spun desperately, her sword leaping into her hand with a flash.
"FORMATION — GET INTO CRANE WING RIGHT NOW — AHH!!"
The tallest of the four new demons moved faster than she could even track. A massive arm swung out, catching her thrown sword mid-air and crushing the blade in his bare fist, the steel snapping like a dry reed with a sharp crack.
Meiren’s eyes went wide in terror and unwanted heat.
The shockwave of the broken sword threw her backward hard into a tree trunk, knocking all the air from her lungs in a slutty wheeze. She slid down to the ground, dazed and panting, the crushed remnants of her weapon falling in useless fragments around her boots as her thighs pressed together instinctively.
Liufen had already drawn a formation talisman — her fingers moving so fast, spiritual energy feeding desperately into the paper —
A demonic cultivator’s huge hand closed around her slim wrist like an iron vice.
He squeezed.
The crack was loud and sickening.
Liufen screamed wildly, the talisman dropping from her fingers, her arm bent at a horrible angle it should never bend. He grabbed her by the front of her sect robe and lifted her entirely off the ground, her heavy, curvaceous body swinging helplessly, her thick legs kicking frantically in the air, the generous weight of her massive chest heaving and bouncing as she screamed and clawed at the hand gripping her collar.
The talisman hit the dirt and fizzled out uselessly.
Two of the other women tried to run.
They bolted through the trees, robes streaming behind them, the heavy crash of pursuit right on their heels — a demonic cultivator clearing fallen logs in single powerful bounds, closing the distance with the loping ease of a predator who knew the prey had nowhere left to escape, their pussies already tingling from the overwhelming demonic aura.
Behind the pine tree, the leader’s massive hands reached around Suyin’s trembling, sweat-slick body.
His thick fingers caught the dangling front of her collapsed robe, gripped the remaining fabric tightly, and tore it away from her completely — the silk ripping off in one long, obscene shredding arc, leaving her fully bare from the waist down and now completely exposed to the forest air. The white underpants had been pushed rudely aside when he entered her, the thin fabric still bunched uselessly at her hip, the waistband cutting deep into her soft skin.
He straightened up with a low growl.
His strong hands went to her wide hips, gripping the thick, plush flesh with bruising force, fingers sinking deep into the yielding softness. He lifted her higher.
Her feet left the ground completely.
’"HIEEKK—!! NO — NO PUT ME DOWN— AHHHNGHHPLEASE IT’S TOO DEEP—"’
The moment her full weight dropped onto his massive cock, the penetration went even deeper, the fat head pressing brutally against the innermost barrier of her womb, the blunt force of her own gravity working against her as she slid helplessly down the last throbbing fraction of an inch.
Her belly bulged outward so visibly and obscenely that the other women could see the clear cock-shape from across the clearing, moving inside her like a living thing.
Blood threaded down the inside of her soft thigh, thin and bright, running over her quivering skin and dripping from her knee into the pine needles below, mixing with her shameful pussy juices.
She hung there, fully impaled and lifted, her heavy breasts swinging free in the open air, the full weight of them jiggling and slapping with every forceful thrust, her nipples stiff, red, and aching from where they’d scraped the bark.
She sobbed brokenly.
Raw, ugly, desperate sobs that had nothing to do with pride or dignity anymore, every breath shuddering out of her with a wet, slutty hitch as her mind started to spark and crack.
"Help me," she breathed shakily. "Someone — help — pleasehahh... haaah..."
PAH — PAH — PAH — PAH —
’"ANHGH~!! UNNGH — NH — PLEASE— IT’S BREAKING MEHIIEEKK—!!"’
