Black stockings

Tang Qingye neither dodged nor flinched. The muscles of his left shoulder trembled slightly, and the blue-black, gleaming Deep Sea Demon Whale markings hidden beneath his flesh abruptly lit up with a dark radiance.

At the same time, emerald light surfaced over his body and covered them both-Sky Shield.

Invisible ripples spread from the mark embedded in his flesh, and the terrifying howling will of the Ten-Thousand-Year Deep Sea Demon Whale Remnant Soul erupted from within him!

"Wooo!!"

Carried by neither wind nor air currents, the spiritual shock of an ancient deep-sea behemoth passed straight through the barrier of wind blades filling the sky and slammed into the Ten-Thousand-Year Wind Baboon King's sea of consciousness.

The Wind Baboon King was about to swing its massive claw, wreathed in swirling wind, when its mind suddenly thundered and shook. Countless chaotic illusions abruptly surfaced within its Divine Soul.

Its violently circulating wind-attribute Soul Power suddenly fell into disarray. Its limbs slowed with an eerie hesitation, and the wind-blade assault it had spent so long preparing abruptly broke off. Its enormous body staggered half a step forward, unable to muster the strength to escape the intrusion into its Divine Soul.

"Goodbye."

Tang Qingye's gaze abruptly sharpened, and he sank his mind into the Dragon Mansion inside his body.

A low, faint dragon's cry resounded through every limb and bone. Within the Dragon Mansion, the dark vortex swirling with silver-white fragments of spatial light began spinning rapidly.

Pure power from the Thorn Dragon Clan's origin surged outward through his meridians.

Nine Dragon Canon, First Dragon Shadow-Thorn Prison Dragon!

The phantom of a small, ink-black dragon abruptly darted out along his arm. Its horns were imposing, its orderly Dragon Scales seemingly cast from black iron. Dazzling strands of silver-white light wound through every gap between its scales-the power of spatial origin that tore through the void.

Riiip!!

An ear-piercing sound of space tearing abruptly exploded.

The Thorn Prison Dragon stretched its body and swooped down ferociously, bearing a dense, savage draconic aura as it thrust its claws forward.

Wherever the dragon shadow passed, fine black fissures continually opened in the void. Layer upon layer of keen spatial cutting power enveloped the enormous body of the Ten-Thousand-Year Wind Baboon King, whose Divine Soul was still reeling.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Wind Baboon King barely wrested a sliver of clarity from the assault on its Divine Soul and hurriedly stirred the fierce winds around itself, trying to construct a defensive storm.

But it was already too late.

The Thorn Prison Dragon's enormous claw slammed into the beast's chest.

Interlacing spatial cracks instantly spread wildly from the point of contact. Its tough, blue-green fur shattered inch by inch, and flesh as resilient as black iron was easily torn open by spatial power, exposing bone.

Shattered bones and sinews flew in every direction along with gushing beast blood.

"Aooo!!"

An utterly agonized howl rang through the mountain forest as the Ten-Thousand-Year Wind Baboon King's massive body convulsed violently.

The space-rending power invaded its body through the wound, continually tearing at its organs and meridians.

Within mere breaths, the beast's enormous body crashed heavily onto the muddy forest floor. Its limbs kicked violently a few times before it lost all signs of life, its blue-gold eyes rapidly dimming.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Wind Baboon King had fallen!

Tang Qingye swayed slightly and let out a long breath.

Nearly sixty percent of the Soul Power in his body had been consumed, and a sense of emptiness spread through his meridians.

Old Han's Spiritual Illusion Realm still wasn't realistic enough. I couldn't even use my domain cheat.

"Young master, are you all right?" Leng Nu Jiao's breathing was slightly hurried, her chest rising and falling gently as she looked at him with anxious eyes.

"Don't worry. I could kill another thirty thousand of these things."

The facts proved that even a ten-thousand-year Wind Baboon was still just another roadside nobody, not even as good as those two useless brothers.

"Tch. Braggart."

"Suit yourself if you don't believe me."

"Since Jiaojiao doesn't believe me, I'll just have to find someone else." He stood with his hands behind his back, tilted his head forty-five degrees toward the sky, and heaved a long sigh.

"Fine, I believe you. Happy now?" Leng Nu Jiao rolled her eyes.

Han Tianyi stared fixedly at Tang Qingye, his body trembling slightly and his eyes filled with disbelief. He sighed softly. "This brat doesn't seem human."

He had been planning to put the two of them through a long-distance marathon. Wasn't this ridiculous? Who was supposed to drink the Leibi energy drinks he had prepared now?

Tang Qingye: Sorry, I'm not a genius. I'm a cheater.

"Ahem. That's enough for today. You two can leave." Han Tianyi felt he needed to study this carefully; there had been many details he had failed to see clearly just now.

"Young master, what's your request?"

"I hear your slender legs are wrapped in gauze so light,

An inky sheen reflects the evening's rosy glow,

A strand of supple silk conceals alluring bones,

Half veiled, half revealed, with endless charms to show."

"What does that mean?"

"I want to see black stockings."

"..."

Aolai City.

The room was very quiet, still holding traces of smoke and cooking.

A sliver of moonlight slipped through the window, laying a long, narrow strip of cold light across the floor.

The darkness at the edge of the light suddenly writhed inward. A black figure silently took shape, a loose black robe covering the entire body, its outline disappearing into the shadows. Only a pair of eyes gleamed with a cold, eerie light where brightness met darkness.

"Dead, or ran away..."

As promised, Leng Nu Jiao pushed open Tang Qingye's door. Beneath her skirt were the sheer black stockings they had agreed on beforehand, her slender legs wrapped in matte silk. With her head lowered and the tips of her ears faintly red, the girl walked slowly up to him.

"As we agreed earlier, I came wearing black stockings for you to see."

Tang Qingye's Adam's apple bobbed. What a sin. What a sin.

His hands did not stop, however. His fingertips rested lightly on the outside of her thigh. The fabric was thin and smooth; with a slight hook of his fingers, a faint ripping sound rang out, and a long, narrow tear opened in the stocking, exposing fair skin beneath.

Stockings weren't meant to be worn. They were meant to be torn.

The girl trembled all over and hurriedly pressed her legs together, her ears so red they looked ready to bleed.

"I'm not wearing them next time!"

"Next time, I'll help you put them on."

"Young master, you really are a scoundrel." The girl's voice trembled a little, her reprimand sounding more like a coy protest.

She was sitting on the bed now, while Tang Qingye knelt in front of her.

Leng Nu Jiao could not resist kicking him. Already such a little lecher at his age.

He must have learned it from Shrek's White Tiger. Sure enough, there wasn't a single decent person in Shrek. They had even led her young master astray.

Shrek: ? I have no idea what's gotten into you.

Her crystalline foot was small enough to fit in one hand, with a curved arch, a soft pink sole, and pearl-like toes gleaming with a jade luster. He caught it in his hand in one swift motion.

Tang Qingye: ? A delicacy delivered right to my door?

"Jiaojiao, then I won't stand on ceremony."

An upscale hotel in Shrek City.

The gilded elevator doors at the end of the corridor slowly slid open. A pair of heavily made-up twin sisters pressed against a young man, one on either side.

The young man held each woman's slender waist with one hand, his fingertips idly stroking the soft flesh at their sides. Both sisters' cheeks were flushed, and they unconsciously pressed closer into his embrace.

"The top-floor suite is ready. There's a temperature-controlled wine cabinet inside. Let's go up and take our time chatting." The young man lowered his head, looking over each sister's features in turn, a languid smile curling his lips.

Just as he'd thought-with his exalted status and strength, wouldn't women all obediently come flocking to him? Yet that woman had actually dared to reject him!

The older twin raised a hand and gently pushed his chest, her voice soft and sweet. "There are lots of people in the lobby. Keep your hands to yourself." The younger sister instead took the initiative to cling more tightly to his arm, anticipation hidden in her eyes. "Once we're upstairs, we'll do whatever you say."

The three crossed the marble lobby side by side, heading straight for the elevator reserved for the top-floor VIP suites.

"Come on, keep drinking."

"No using Soul Power. Are you already out of stamina?"

Liquor trickled down the ravine between snowy peaks. What a spectacular sight!

"I'll drink, I'll drink!"