Chapter 562 Using Feng Xiaoyu To Provoke Dong Aigou
Chapter 562 Using Feng Xiaoyu To Provoke Dong Aigou
?A wave of heat washed over Feng Xiaoyu as Wang Jian’s voice, a low, sensual whisper, brushed against her ear. His command was outrageous, a test of her humiliation and desperation.
“Kiss me,” he murmured, his voice dripping with a dark amusement. “A proper kiss, mind you. In front of your little friend. Make it convincing, and make sure those… assets of yours press themselves firmly against me.”
Feng Xiaoyu’s face flamed crimson. This wasn’t a mere display of dominance, it was a deliberate public humiliation, a way of twisting the knife in both her and Dong Aigou’s wounds. Yet, a flicker of perverse logic flickered within her.
“Why?” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. “What game are you playing, Wang Jian?”
A playful glint flickered in his eyes. “Oh, just a bit of improvisation,” he teased, a hint of danger lacing his words. “Now, about that kiss. You have a decision to make.”
The weight of his countdown pressed down upon her. “3… 2…” His voice echoed in the inky shadows, toying with her nerves.
The Lunar Rock Dragon’s roars faded from the distance, replaced by a chilling silence. Feng Xiaoyu envisioned its monstrous form, its power far exceeding hers. Facing Dong Aigou’s wrath, coupled with the Lunar Rock Dragon’s fury, was a death sentence.
“1…”
Feng Xiaoyu crumbled under the pressure. Survival, a primal instinct, outweighed her pride. “Alright, alright!” she choked out, the words bitter on her tongue.
A satisfied smirk danced on Wang Jian’s lips as he pulled her closer, his hand snaking around her waist and pressing her flush against him. Her gasp of surprise was muffled by the darkness as he emerged from the shadows with Feng Xiaoyu in tow.
Dong Aigou, his face contorted in disbelief, stood transfixed before them. The sight of Feng Xiaoyu, willingly clinging to Wang Jian, her body pressed against his, sent a jolt of fury coursing through him.
His eyes narrowed, taking in the intimacy of their embrace. Wang Jian’s hand, resting possessively on Feng Xiaoyu’s curvaceous backside, fueled the flames of his rage.
“Feng Xiaoyu!” Dong Aigou roared, his voice echoing through the cavern. “What is the meaning of this?!”
Wang Jian, as if oblivious to his fury, chuckled, a sound dripping with mocking amusement. “Ah, Dong Aigou,” he drawled, his voice laced with a condescending lilt. “One must thank you, truly. Your little trap, while impressive, only served to push me closer to this… delightful addition to my collection.”
Dong Aigou’s body tensed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the hilt of his weapon. To see Feng Xiaoyu, a woman he had considered an ally, now willingly embracing his sworn enemy, fueled a primal rage within him.
But his fury reached a boiling point when Feng Xiaoyu, her eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and shame, leaned forward and planted a kiss on Wang Jian’s lips. It was a forceful kiss, fueled by her desperation and anger, yet the image it projected was one of intimacy for Dong Aigou to witness.
As Wang Jian deepened the kiss, his hand roaming freely over Feng Xiaoyu’s body, a low growl escaped Dong Aigou’s throat. The woman he had once cherished, the one he had believed to be on his side, was now lost to his nemesis.
Feng Xiaoyu, caught between her humiliation and the need to appease Wang Jian, forced herself to continue the charade. The taste of her betrayal, both Dong Aigou’s and her own, was bitter on her tongue.
Wang Jian, reveling in the display of dominance, pulled away from the kiss, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face. “See, Dong Aigou,” he taunted, his voice dripping with a sadistic pleasure. “Quite the passionate display, wouldn’t you agree?”
Dong Aigou, his eyes filled with a murderous glint, lunged forward, his earth-shattering aura filling the cavern. “You… you dare!” he roared, his voice trembling with fury.
Wang Jian, however, remained unfazed. With a flick of his wrist, a wave of darkness surged from his body, pushing Dong Aigou back with a telekinetic force.
“Now, now,” Wang Jian purred, his voice laced with a deceptive calm. “Perhaps we can discuss this ‘civilly’. After all, I’m sure Feng Xiaoyu wouldn’t appreciate collateral damage, would you, my dear?”
Feng Xiaoyu, caught between two powerful cultivators locked in a deadly game, knew this was just the beginning.
Dong Aigou’s fury exploded like a supernova. His veins bulged on his forehead, his roar shaking the very foundations of the cavern. “Lunar Rock Dragon!” he bellowed, his voice laced with raw, primal rage. “Crush them both! Leave not a single scrap!”
A colossal tremor shook the ground as the Lunar Rock Dragon responded to its master’s command. Its obsidian scales gleamed with an unearthly light as it inhaled deeply, gathering its power. Then, with a deafening bellow that echoed through the cavern, it unleashed its signature technique: The Earth-
Shattering Lunar Eclipse.
A beam of concentrated moonlight, infused with the raw power of the earth, erupted from the Lunar Rock Dragon’s mouth. The intensity was so immense that it tore through the barrier and restrictive space law formations with ease, leaving behind nothing but a faint wisp of energy.
Wang Jian, however, remained surprisingly calm. A subtle smile played on his lips as he activated the Shadow Shift technique, disappearing from his previous position like a phantom. He reappeared moments later on the opposite side of the cavern, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Tsk, tsk,” he chuckled, shaking his head with mock disappointment. “Ordering a beast to fight for you? How unimaginative, Dong Aigou. These creatures, for all their power, possess little more than brute strength and predictable battle techniques.”
Dong Aigou’s face contorted in a snarl, his eyes blazing with hatred. Wang Jian’s taunts were like throwing gasoline on an inferno. He lunged at the cultivator, raw power coursing through his veins, his Earth Lunar Devil God techniques unleashed with unrestrained fury.
But Wang Jian, with an almost casual air, weaved through Dong Aigou’s attacks like a phantom. He held Feng Xiaoyu close, using her as a shield not out of need, but pure mockery.
“See, my dear Dong Aigou,” he purred, his voice dripping with amusement as he dodged a particularly vicious blow aimed at his head. “Even while enjoying a delightful dance with this beautiful woman, I can still effortlessly dodge your amateurish attempts.”
He punctuated his words by planting a second, even more passionate kiss on Feng Xiaoyu’s lips. This time, his hands roamed freely, blatantly cupping her ample breasts, drawing a gasp from the trapped woman.
Feng Xiaoyu, caught in the middle of this twisted game, felt a cocktail of emotions churning within her. Loathing for Wang Jian’s arrogance and disrespect burned alongside a begrudging admiration for his superior skills. There was no doubt, despite her initial plans going awry, Wang Jian was proving himself to be a formidable opponent, both in combat and in the art of provocation.
Dong Aigou’s fury reached a fever pitch. Every taunt, every mocking gesture, fueled his rage beyond reason. His attacks became wilder, his techniques more erratic, as he lost himself in the primal need to crush Wang Jian beneath his fists.
Wang Jian continued his taunts, each word a fresh barb aimed at Dong Aigou’s already bleeding ego. “Oh, and let me tell you about Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin,” he purred, his voice dripping with a sickening, predatory pleasure. “They weren’t always so compliant, you see. But with a little… persuasion… well, let’s just say they learned to appreciate the finer things in life, shall we say?”
Feng Xiaoyu’s stomach churned. This public humiliation of not just Dong Aigou, but also her former comrades, painted a horrifying picture of what she might be facing in the future.”
Dong Aigou’s face contorted in a grotesque mask of fury. His eyes, bloodshot and wild, locked onto Wang Jian with a murderous glint. But anger alone wasn’t enough to overcome the vast gulf in skill separating them.
Seeing Dong Aigou’s desperation, a flicker of amusement danced in Wang Jian’s eyes. “Enough of this little game,” he declared, a hint of steel creeping into his voice. “It’s time to end this.”
With a swift movement, he released Feng Xiaoyu. Before she could react, a wave of darkness surged from his body, binding Dong Aigou in an inescapable hold. The Lunar Rock Dragon, sensing its master’s distress, roared in fury, but its massive form was confined to the other end of the cavern, unable to help.
“Now then,” Wang Jian continued, his voice low and dangerous, “let’s discuss the terms of your surrender.”
Dong Aigou, cornered like a wounded beast, let out a desperate roar. “Lunar Rock Dragon! Earth-Shattering Lunar Eclipse! Destroy him!”
The cavern vibrated as the colossal beast unleashed its signature technique once more. A beam of concentrated lunar energy, imbued with the raw power of the earth, ripped through the cavern. Wang Jian clicked his tongue in minor annoyance. This attack was powerful, enough to warrant a dodge.
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