roccoschili Chapter 646 Winning Felt Useless
Chapter 646 Winning Felt Useless
646 Winning Felt Useless
The battles raged on for days, each side showing signs of slight fatigue as they had unleashed some of their most powerful attacks over the past few days. The Celestial Barrier Galaxy was a maelstrom of energy and clashing forces, with the shimmering Heaven's Root Orchid at its heart, still tantalizingly out of reach.
Wang Jian, standing on an asteroid with Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan, observed the ongoing battles with growing boredom. "These fights are starting to become tedious," he remarked, his eyes wandering over the battlefield.
Cui Lan leaned closer, pressing her alluring body against him. "Shall I entertain you, Master?" she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.
Without even glancing at her, Wang Jian reached out and grabbed her large breasts over her robe, fondling them aggressively. His fingers pinched her nipples, and he took a playful bite. Cui Lan moaned softly, trying to stifle her sounds of pleasure. Fortunately, Wang Jian had set up a sound barrier around them, ensuring that her moans wouldn't be heard by anyone else nearby.
As Wang Jian continued to toy with Cui Lan's body, a significant shift occurred on the battlefield. The Dragon Emperor Star God's faction managed to deliver a heavy blow to Long Shen, the leader of the Abyssal Serpent Tribe. Long Shen's roar of pain echoed through the battlefield as the Dragon Emperor's Azure Dragon's Wrath left him severely wounded.
This injury to Long Shen shifted the dynamics of the battle. The combined might of the Dragon Emperor Star God, Tyrannical Emperor Star God, and Ghost Emperor Astral Spirit began to overwhelm the tribes of the Corrupt Dragon Clan, led by Dong Zhi. Despite their fierce resistance, the Corrupt Dragon Clan was gradually pushed back.
Dong Zhi, the father of Dong Zhuo, let out a furious roar. "We must retreat! Regroup and fall back!" he commanded, his voice filled with anger and frustration. The tribes, including the Abyssal Serpent Tribe, Bloodshadow Lion Tribe, and Darkstorm Wolf Tribe, reluctantly followed his orders, retreating from the battlefield.
Seizing the opportunity, the Dragon Emperor Star God turned his attention to the
battle between the Nether Empress Astral Spirit, Brahma Divine Star Goddess, and the combined forces of the Nature Clan and Jiang Clan. He quickly headed towards their location, determined to tip the scales in favor of the Western Cosmos.
The Dragon Emperor Star God's arrival was like a storm. He unleashed powerful attacks at Hua Fengying, the beautiful leader of the Nature Clan. "Dragon's Fury!" he roared, sending a wave of draconic energy crashing into Hua Fengying, causing her to crash into an asteroid.
Hua Fengying struggled to rise, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "We cannot let them win!" she cried, rallying her forces. But the combined might of the Dragon Emperor Star God, Tyrannical Emperor Star God, and Ghost Emperor Astral Spirit was overwhelming.
Jiang Weilong, leading the Jiang Clan, fought valiantly alongside the Nature Clan, but the tide of battle had turned against them. "Primordial Soul Strike!" he shouted, launching an attack infused with his spiritual energy. The attack was powerful but was deflected by the Ghost Emperor Astral Spirit's Ethereal Phantom Shield.
As the battles continued, Yun Tian found himself on the defensive against Jiang Chen and Dong Zhuo. His eyes glinted with determination as he fought back with all his might. "Elemental Fury!" he called out, summoning the power of the elements once
more.
Dong Zhuo responded with his Corrupt Dragon's Roar, and Jiang Chen's Chaos Blade Technique added to the assault. Yun Tian struggled to hold his ground, his movements becoming more desperate.
Seeing Yun Tian in trouble, the Dragon Emperor Star God rushed to his aid. "Leave my brother alone!" he shouted, unleashing a devastating attack that forced both Jiang Chen and Dong Zhuo to retreat.
The combined power of the Dragon Emperor Star God and Yun Tian proved too much for Jiang Chen and Dong Zhuo. They were forced to retreat, along with their respective factions. The Corrupt Dragon Clan and the Jiang Clan, along with the Nature Clan, began to withdraw from the battlefield, unable to withstand the onslaught of the Western Cosmos any longer.
As the dust settled, it was clear that the ultimate winner of this battle was Yun Tian.
He stood victorious, his chest heaving with exertion, but his eyes filled with triumph.
Jiang Chen, bruised and battered, led his clan in retreat. Dong Zhuo, equally worn out, did the same with his Corrupt Dragon Clan. The battlefield was left in the hands of the Western Cosmos.
Yun Tian, along with his wives, the Brahma Divine Star Goddess and Nether Empress Astral Spirit, flew towards the barrier surrounding the Heaven's Root Orchid. Yun Tian began the painstaking process of destroying and unraveling the barrier. "This will take some time, but we have plenty of it," he said confidently.
As the barrier slowly crumbled, the Heaven's Root Orchid started to float towards Yun Tian. It shimmered with an ethereal light, promising immense power and a breakthrough to the Godking Realm.
But just as the herb was about to land in Yun Tian's hands, a shocking event occurred. A wide celestial sword beam, intense and quick, appeared out of nowhere, targeting Yun Tian.
Sensing the danger, Yun Tian quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding the beam. "What?!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock. The beam changed direction mid-air, now aiming directly at the Heaven's Root Orchid.
"Do it," he commanded, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. "Come for me."
With a final, powerful thrust, Cui Lan cried out, her body convulsing in orgasm. Wang Jian followed shortly after, climaxing inside her with a growl of satisfaction. But he wasn't done yet. He pulled out only to thrust back in, starting the cycle anew.
The hours passed in a blur of passion and intensity. Wang Jian took her in all sorts of
positions, each one more aggressive than the last. He had her on her knees, her hands gripping the sheets as he took her from behind. He had her on her back, her legs
draped over his shoulders as he pounded into her. He even had her ride him, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
He climaxed inside her multiple times, filling her with his seed. He didn't stop there,
pulling her mouth to his length and making her take him in deeply. She swallowed
him eagerly, her tongue swirling around him as she moaned with pleasure.
"Good girl," he murmured, his hand in her hair. "Take all of me."
Cui Lan did as she was told, her mouth working fervently. When he climaxed in her mouth, she swallowed every drop, her eyes filled with lust and devotion.
They continued like this for the entire day and night, Wang Jian's stamina seemingly
endless. He spanked her, bit her, and left marks all over her sexy body. Her breasts,
neck, and buttocks were covered in his love bites, a testament to their passionate encounter.
Cui Lan loved every bit of it. She begged for more, her moans becoming more frantic
and desperate with each climax. "Please, Master! More! I need more!" she cried, her body shaking with pleasure.
Wang Jian obliged, thrusting into her with renewed vigor. He enjoyed watching her lose control, her moans music to his ears. He pushed her to the brink again and again, each climax leaving her more breathless than the last.
By the time the night turned to dawn, Wang Jian finally slowed his pace. He pulled
Cui Lan close, his hand gently stroking her hair. "You did well," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.
Cui Lan looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude and adoration. "Thank you, Master," she whispered. "I loved every moment."
Wang Jian smiled, his fingers tracing the marks he had left on her body. "Good. There
will be more rewards like this in the future."
With that, they drifted into a satisfied sleep, their bodies entwined. The battles and the destruction of the Heaven's Root Orchid were momentarily forgotten, replaced by the intense connection they had shared throughout the night.
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