No matter how Xian Lin'er urged the power within her body, that large hand did not budge.
"This... how is this possible?!"
She was Shrek Academy's renowned Martial God Douluo, a level ninety-four powerhouse among the Power Attack System's Titled Douluos!
Across the entire Douluo Continent, apart from Mu En of the Sea God Pavilion and a handful of reclusive old monsters, who could pin her down with a single bare hand and leave her unable to move?!
"Big Brother Xiao Dong is amazing! Big Brother is the best in the world!"
Just as Xian Lin'er was frightened nearly out of her wits, Xiao Xiao, who had been unbearably tense behind her, suddenly burst into applause and delighted cheers. Pure adoration flashed in her large eyes, and her two dark-green pigtails bounced with her excitement.
Beside Xiao Xiao, the usually proud and arrogant Wu Feng stood frozen as though struck by lightning.
Even her long, straight legs trembled faintly. Both hands clamped over her slightly parted, alluring red lips, and her narrow, beautiful eyes brimmed with awe and admiration.
He had subdued a level ninety-four Titled Douluo with one hand!
The black-clad youth who normally seemed so easygoing and lecherous possessed a terrifying strength that had already surpassed anything human reason could comprehend!
As for the young sect master, Ning Tian, her chest heaved violently, and storm-tossed waves of disbelief surged through her beautiful eyes as she clasped her hands tightly before her.
At that moment, the last shred of pride deep within the future leader of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was ground utterly to dust.
If someone who could so casually trample a Titled Douluo beneath his feet wanted to destroy their Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, it would surely take no more than a turn of his hand!
"Well, Dean Xian? Do you concede now?"
Xiao Dong looked down at the gorgeous, mature woman immobilized beneath him and spoke mildly.
Hearing the domineering edge beneath Xiao Dong's calm voice, Xian Lin'er bit down hard on her lower lip, her phoenix eyes filled with overwhelming shock and bewilderment.
She could clearly sense that this mysterious youth had not released so much as half a Soul Ring from beginning to end. He had not even stirred the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power within his body!
Pure physical strength!
With nothing but the monstrous strength of that inconceivable body, he had crushed all the pride of a level ninety-four Titled Douluo!
How could this world possibly give birth to a human monster with a body so absurdly powerful?!
Yet Xian Lin'er was, after all, the proud War God whose name resounded across the continent. Even in such a wretched predicament, the fiery resolve and dignity in her bones kept her gaze unyielding as she spoke coldly through gritted teeth:
"You little bastard, kill me if you wish! If I so much as furrow my brow, I'm no true warrior! You want me to serve you tea and water as your maid, wearing those shameless, obscene black stockings? Dream on!"
Faced with Xian Lin'er's stubborn, death-before-surrender defiance, Xiao Dong did not grow angry in the slightest. Instead, he could not help laughing and shaking his head.
With his Homelander Physique and supreme divine flame, Xiao Dong had always acted however he pleased in this world, following one invincible, domineering principle: I'll do whatever the hell I want.
Any rules, or vows to resist unto death, were nothing but a joke before him.
"You certainly have a stubborn backbone. But before me, whether you agree isn't up to you."
Xiao Dong's gaze abruptly turned icy, and he flicked a finger.
"Hum!"
With a crisp tremor in the air, a wisp of milky-white flame quietly appeared at his fingertip, lustrous as jade and radiating an aura both sacred and uncanny.
"What kind of flame is that?!"
Xian Lin'er's body shuddered violently, and a trace of fear appeared in her beautiful eyes.
"Go."
His gaze as cold as ice, Xiao Dong ignored Xian Lin'er's terror entirely. With a flick of his finger, that wisp of purifying lotus demon flame lightly settled against the center of her smooth, full forehead as her pupils contracted sharply!
"Boom!"
The instant it touched her, the demon flame's power surged through the acupoint between her brows without obstruction, charging straight into the depths of Xian Lin'er's Sea of Consciousness!
This wisp of divine flame did not harm her flesh. Instead, it used the towering arrogance, resistance, anger, and supposed dignity of the War God in her heart as fuel, igniting a raging sea of fire deep within her soul!
"Aah...!"
That burning agony, originating in her very soul, sent this exquisite female Douluo-who normally shed blood rather than tears on the battlefield-into convulsions as though she had been electrocuted. Her long, snow-white legs kicked helplessly against the ground.
"Bastard... get out of me!"
Xian Lin'er's eyes turned bloodshot as she frantically mobilized the vast, ocean-like Soul Power of her level ninety-four cultivation, trying to force the invading wisp of demon flame out of her body.
Yet before the supreme purifying lotus demon flame, every resistance was as fragile as ice and snow meeting the blazing sun!
All her resistance, all her arrogance and dignity, swiftly melted and evaporated beneath the demon flame's merciless purification!
This inhuman torment lasted less than a few breaths.
Then her piercing screams quietly began to fade.
Xiao Dong slowly withdrew his palm. The wisp of demon flame turned into a streak of light and slipped back into his fingertip, returning to stillness.
Xian Lin'er was now drenched in fragrant sweat, which soaked through her dark-green, close-fitting leather armor and outlined her ripe, voluptuous curves, enough to set anyone's blood racing.
She gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently. The murderous intent, fierce pride, and ferocity that had once filled her phoenix eyes had now been replaced by a watery sheen of docility, dazed fascination, and submission.
Every psychological defense of the Martial God Douluo, whose might had shaken the continent, was utterly shattered and remolded at that moment!
Xiao Dong surveyed the mature beauty sprawled on the ground like a docile female beast. A wicked smile curled his lips as two slender fingers tipped up Xian Lin'er's smooth, fair chin with domineering frivolity.
Beneath his fingers, her skin was cool, silky, and supple, possessing the remarkable springiness unique to a fully mature woman.
"Dean Xian, as for being my black-stockinged maid who serves tea and water... will you do it or not?"
Xiao Dong looked down at her with a half smile, his tone brimming with mockery.
With her chin tipped up so frivolously before several juniors, a scorching, alluring blush instantly spread over Xian Lin'er's beautiful, mature face. Mist veiled her phoenix eyes, and she was so bashful that even the tips of her ears turned pink.
Under the utterly stunned gazes of Ning Tian and the other two girls, the once-lofty Martial God Douluo actually nestled against the youth's palm with extraordinary meekness, lowered her proud head, and murmured in a soft, delicate voice:
"I... I am entirely at your command, Master."
"Hahaha, good!"
Xiao Dong let out a hearty, delighted laugh.
"Go change out of that eyesore of a leather suit, then get back here and serve me."
Xiao Dong patted Xian Lin'er's flushed, mature cheek as he gave the order.
"Yes... Master."
Xian Lin'er's body trembled faintly. Her alluring, mature face still crimson, she moved her long, straight, shapely legs and hurried toward the side room at the back with utter obedience.
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