The origin of the Tunling Clan was constantly improving and optimizing Fan Tian's physique.
To put it bluntly, the current strength of Fan Tian's physical body was already comparable to the Ancient Void Dragon standing at the peak of the Beast Realm.
In a word-hard as iron.
Along with the terrifying transformation of his physique, Fan Tian's "divine dragon" was naturally immensely powerful as well, and its fierce appearance alone, at just a single glance, was enough to make thousands of young maidens lose their color and scatter their wits.
If one truly experienced it personally, she would likely not even last the time it took to brew a cup of tea before flooding like a breached floodgate and a collapsed dam, overflowing in a disaster and rushing a thousand miles straight.
Yun Yun was subobediently prostrate on the table at the moment.
Her two long legs were parted inward in a pigeon-toed stance, a pair of jade feet stepping into cyan high heels, and she stood quietly there without the slightest bit of struggle.
Her upper body was forcibly pressed against the mahogany table, her cheek pressed against the cool tabletop, and a head of long black hair was scattered in disarray between her shoulders, neck, and spine. That originally neat robe had long since been pulled down to her waist, revealing an entire expanse of skin like suet-white jade, glowing with a delicate and warm luster under the illumination of the candlelight.
The lines of her spine were graceful and smooth, winding all the way down from her slender shoulders and neck, drawing a breathtaking curve at her waist dimple, and further down was the full and upturned curve of her buttocks, which was now forced high up due to her prostrate posture, every inch of her curve