The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"but!

If you can't do it and fall down... then I will not only castrate you, but I will also kill this person.

As for those two little bitches...

I will also, right in front of you, slowly and painstakingly kill them, slice by slice!

Absolutely no questions asked!

"you!

Do you dare to bet?"

Wang Meng's response was crisp and efficient.

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Chapter Thirty: The New Titles "Sky-Supporting, Mountain-Suppressing!"

Li Mochou was stunned.

She originally thought that her absurd and malicious bet would completely break down Wang Meng's psychological defenses and that she would see his embarrassed and humiliated appearance, full of bluster but weak inside.

She had even prepared countless more sarcastic and biting remarks, ready to crush his dignity and life, along with the chastity and future of the Jade Maiden Sword, under her feet the moment he gave up!

But he actually agreed.

He agreed so calmly, so matter-of-factly, as if Li Mochou wasn't asking him to use his manhood to support a water vat weighing several hundred pounds, but simply inviting him for a cup of tea.

In an instant, a strange sense of unease and... anticipation, which even Li Mochou herself was unaware of, welled up in her heart.

"good?"

She repeated it, her voice trembling slightly, without her even realizing it.

Have you thought this through?

"If you back out now, I might let you die a little easier!"

Wang Meng couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on her.

In front of everyone, under the gaze of Li Mochou's phoenix eyes filled with astonishment, scrutiny, and perverse curiosity, and under the gaze of Ning Zhongze's tearful eyes mixed with despair, humiliation, and a trace of absurd hope.

Under the watchful eyes of the three girls in the next room, peering through the crack in the door with a mixture of curiosity, fear, and disbelief, she slowly, with a "click," unbuckled her belt.

He casually pulled out the thick leather belt and threw it on the ground.

Next up were the pants.

Without the slightest hesitation or shyness.

He took off his outer pants and underpants as easily and decisively as if he were taking off his clothes to take a shower at home.

As the fabric slipped down, something was released, and the candlelight in the room seemed to dim.

The presence of that thing was so strong.

So much so that the moment it appeared, it immediately became the absolute center of the entire space, stealing everyone's breath.

Li Mochou's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints in an instant.

For the first time, her phoenix eyes, which had witnessed countless deaths and manipulated countless women, revealed a genuine look of shock and confusion.

She felt as if something was tightly gripping her throat, making it dry and tight, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Ning Zhongze, slumped over the table, was already heartbroken, letting her humiliating tears soak her face.

But when the "murder weapon" appeared, an indescribable shudder from the depths of her soul made her involuntarily raise her head.

One glance was all it took for her to be unable to look away.

Her husband, Yue Buqun, known as the "Gentleman Sword," was a prominent figure in the martial arts world. However, Ning Zhongze knew in her heart that there was an insurmountable chasm between her husband's mortal body and the god-like creation before her.

It was a pure, tyrannical, and irrational force of conquest.

An absurd and terrifying thought sprouted in her mind like vines: If... if she were to be... She dared not think any further, only feeling an uncontrollable wave of emptiness and tingling, a longing to be filled, rising from the depths of her lower abdomen, the place that Li Mochou had just ravaged with her fingers.

The next room was already deathly silent.

The three girls huddled together, peering through the small crack in the door. Although it wasn't the first time they had seen it, they were still incredibly shocked to some extent.

Wang Meng seemed oblivious to the shock around him.

He slowly exhaled a heavy breath.

With that breath, the beast lurking beneath him seemed to awaken, silently revealing itself with a savage vitality.

It was not a sudden, sudden rise, but a powerful and unstoppable surge.

The night breeze swept by, causing her clothes to flutter, but it could no longer conceal the breathtaking silhouette she had created.

A very faint sound, like swallowing saliva, seemed to be heard in the air.

Li Mochou stood there, her pretty face flushed red with a mixture of shock and some unknown excitement.

Her hands, which had killed countless people, were now trembling slightly beneath her wide Taoist robe.

A strange, burning sensation, like a fire igniting in her bones, made her feel weak and her mouth dry.

It was a kind of awe and tremor from the very source of life that she had never experienced before.

Wang Meng didn't look at her. He turned around, his lower body naked, and walked step by step toward the huge blue stone water vat.

Every step he took was as steady as a mountain.

Soon, he stood in front of the water vat, spread his legs, bent his waist, and sat astride.

With legs slightly lowered, waist and stance in perfect harmony, the body is as stable as a mountain.

Then, Wang Meng held his breath and slowly, with immense force, thrust his back forward.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone in the courtyard, the top of that incredible, primal, flesh-and-blood body touched the cold, hard bluestone jar wall precisely and gently.

"Keng."

A dull, muffled sound, like a heavy hammer striking one's heart.

At this moment, Wang Meng's eyes flashed with a sharp light!

"drink!"

He suddenly let out a low roar, which did not come from his throat, but from the thunder deep in his dantian!

All the muscles in his body tensed up instantly, every inch of them as hard as granite!

That immense and unparalleled internal force surged forth at this moment, pouring into the only and most incredible fulcrum beneath him!

A miracle, or rather a divine intervention, occurred in the nearly shattered worldview of Li Mochou and Ning Zhongze.

The huge blue stone water vat, filled with water and weighing over several hundred kilograms, made a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, and then, incredibly, it was slowly, inch by inch, pried off the ground by that inconceivable lever!

The bottom of the water tank was off the ground and suspended in mid-air!

The water in the tank sloshed violently, creating ripples, but not a single drop spilled.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

For the first time, Li Mochou's captivating phoenix eyes lost all their brilliance, and all cruelty and madness faded away, leaving only a pure, soulless blankness.

Ning Zhongze had forgotten her shame and pain; her mind was blank, with only this unimaginable scene before her eyes, which completely overturned the norms of human relations.

Veins bulged on Wang Meng's forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face. Clearly, this display of incredible skill was a tremendous burden for him.

He maintained this shocking posture, slowly and laboriously turning his head, his gaze like two red-hot iron rods, fixed firmly on Li Mochou's face.

His voice was hoarse and heavy, as if every word was being forced out from between his teeth: "Daoist Master, now... are you convinced?"

Wang Meng's hoarse and heavy voice, like a heavy hammer, slammed into the deathly silent air of the courtyard, and also struck Li Mochou's almost paralyzed mind.

"Are you convinced?"

These words were like a needle, piercing the blank expression on Li Mochou's face.

Her pupils, after a moment of dilation, suddenly refocused.

Those captivating phoenix eyes showed no sign of defeat; instead, they rekindled with an even more terrifying speed.

It wasn't submission, nor was it simple shock; it was a morbid, fanatical excitement that seemed to want to devour the man before it, skin and bones—excitement!

Her breathing became rapid and hot at that moment.

Her two snow-white breasts rose and fell violently with her breathing.

The flush on her stunningly beautiful face, caused by extreme excitement, was even more intense than when she had played with Ning Zhongze before.

Instead of retreating, she took a step forward.

The embroidered shoes clicked on the bluestone slabs with a crisp "tap," breaking the suffocating silence.

"Are you convinced?"

Li Mochou spoke, her voice dry and hoarse, yet carrying an indescribable tremor.

She stuck out her scarlet tongue and slowly licked her red lips again. This subconscious action was full of a primal, wild meaning.

"My lord, it seems you have misremembered."

A cruel yet expectant smile slowly curved her lips: "Our bet isn't as simple as just lifting each other up."

"I remember, I said—" Her voice suddenly became sharp and clear, each word distinct, as if she wanted to brand each word into Wang Meng's ears with a red-hot iron: "Up! With! It! Go! Up! One! Circle!"

"One circle!"

She emphasized her words, the fervent light in her eyes almost tangible, “No more, no less, walk around this courtyard once!”

"You've only just lifted it up; you haven't even taken a single step on the road yet!"

These words, ruthless yet in accordance with the rules, instantly cornered Wang Meng.

He was already exerting all his strength to maintain the balance of the water tank.

They were already stretched to their limit.

With each heartbeat, I could feel the blood surging violently within me.

Every bone in his body was groaning under the strain.