Fang Xian, with Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian on his arms, flew through the air, his arms slender around their waists, exuding confidence.
Wu Yuanyuan wore a flowing, moon-white gauze dress.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed with happiness, and her long, smooth hair cascaded casually over Fang Xian's arm.
Wu Qianqian wore a pale pink silk dress, embroidered with delicate patterns.
She playfully rested her head on Fang Xian's shoulder, her eyes filled with sweetness and dependence.
At this moment, Dao Keming's gaze fell upon Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian in Fang Xian's arms, and he instantly froze, his face filled with disbelief.
His eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.
In the entire fantasy world, Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian were top-tier beings; they were saints, their fame renowned far and wide.
Dao Keming had always heard that these two aloof beauties disdained worldly men, devoting themselves entirely to cultivation. He never imagined that one day they would both fall in love with the same man, and a man from the Great Thousand World, Fang Xian no less. This left him speechless with astonishment.
Fang Xian noticed Dao Keming's gaze, coldly turning his head, a mocking sneer playing on his lips.
"You actually dared to attack me just now?"
His voice was deep and icy, carrying the chill of winter, sending shivers down one's spine.
Dao Keming snapped out of his daze, a helpless bitter smile appearing on his face. He spread his hands, attempting to explain.
"Although I only wanted to compete fairly with you, Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian are, after all, top-tier combatants in this fantasy world. I didn't want to harm you; I only acted out of necessity."
His words carried a hint of helplessness and sincerity, but Fang Xian remained unmoved.
"Since you've attacked me, you have a way to die!"
Fang Xian's eyes instantly sharpened like knives, his chaotic power surging and dancing wildly like black flames.
He took a sudden step forward, his powerful aura overwhelming Dao Keming, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Dao Keming knew he was in trouble and turned to flee.
He flashed forward, transforming into a streak of light and shooting into the distance.
However, Fang Xian wouldn't let him go so easily.
With a wave of his hand, Fang Xian unleashed a chaotic power that, like an invisible rope, instantly caught up with Dao Keming and bound him tightly.
Dao Keming struggled desperately, only to find his strength as insignificant as an ant before this chaotic power.
Fang Xian walked step by step towards the bound Dao Keming, each step feeling like a blow to Dao Keming's heart.
He reached Dao Keming, his eyes devoid of any pity, and grabbed him.
Dao Keming stared at Fang Xian in terror, attempting a final counterattack, but his body was completely immobilized by the suppression of the chaotic power.
"No!"
Dao Keming roared in despair.
Fang Xian showed no mercy, squeezing hard, and with a "crack," Dao Keming's body instantly turned to dust.
Even so, Dao Keming's primordial spirit tried to escape, transforming into a wisp of light and flying towards the sky.
"Trying to escape? Not so easy!"
Fang Xian sneered, and the chaotic power surged forth again, forming a massive net in the air, trapping Dao Keming's primordial spirit tightly.
He wouldn't give his opponent a chance to self-destruct. With another clench of his hand, the chaotic power instantly tightened, crushing Dao Keming's primordial spirit to dust.
It all happened too fast; before anyone could react, Dao Keming had vanished into nothingness.
The entire sect was thrown into chaos. Disciples panicked and fled in all directions.
Fang Xian remained calm as he turned and walked towards Li Muwan, Luo Hongxia, Liu Yunyan, Fairy Mengli, Elder Tianqiong, and Elder Tianlan, who had been waiting nearby.
The women looked at him, their eyes filled with love.
"Let's go."
Fang Xian said calmly, holding Li Muwan's hand with one hand and Luo Hongxia's hand with the other. Behind him followed Liu Yunyan, Fairy Mengli, Elder Tianqiong, and Elder Tianlan, while Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian clung tightly to his sides.
The group transformed into streaks of light, flying into the distance and gradually disappearing into the horizon, leaving only the chaotic sect and the astonished gazes of the crowd.
...
In the room, a warm yellow glow, like a soft veil, poured down from the antique glass lamps, casting an ambiguous filter over the entire space.
The air was filled with a faint scent of rose incense, its delicate fragrance stirring the heart.
The intruder gently embraced Wu Yuanyuan, his fingers tenderly running through her long, ink-black hair, the strands sliding softly against his fingertips.
Wu Yuanyuan tilted her head slightly, her cheeks flushed, like a peach blossom just beginning to bloom in spring, delicate and alluring.
Her eyes shimmered with intoxication and longing as she gazed at the intruder before her, as if he were her entire world.
The two slowly drew closer, their warm breaths mingling, and the temperature in the air seemed to rise with them.
The moment their lips touched, time seemed to stand still, only the rapid beatings of their hearts amplified in the silence.
The intruder's kiss moved from Wu Yuanyuan's lips to her cheek, the delicate touch as soft as a feather, causing her to tremble slightly.
Unconsciously, Wu Yuanyuan's hands encircled the intruder's neck, her fingers gently caressing the back of his nape, responding to this burning love.
Her body leaned back slightly, immersed in this sweet atmosphere, every subtle movement radiating boundless tenderness and affection.
Fang Xian gently cupped Wu Yuanyuan's exquisite face, softly saying,
"Bear with it, it'll hurt a little."
Wu Yuanyuan's pretty face flushed red, and she nodded shyly.
"Mmm..."
...
In the room, the warm yellow light seemed to be bathed in love, flowing through every inch of the air.
Outside the window, a gentle breeze stirred the thin curtains, carrying wisps of floral fragrance into the room, adding a touch of serene sweetness to their intimate moment.
Wu Qianqian nestled tightly against the intruder's arms, her head tilted back, her bright eyes filled with tenderness and longing as she gazed lovingly at him.
A faint blush graced her cheeks, making her look radiant and captivating.
The intruder's arms were wrapped tightly around Wu Qianqian's waist, his fingers gently caressing her back, conveying a silent love.
He lowered his head slightly, his nose lightly touching her hair, taking a deep breath, as if trying to imprint her scent deep into his heart.
Wu Qianqian felt his touch, her body trembling slightly, yet a blissful smile involuntarily curved her lips.
In this intensely intimate atmosphere, their eyes met, as if an electric current flowed between them.
They drew closer, their breaths quickening, their warm scents mingling.
Finally, their lips met.
The kiss was intense and passionate, filled with boundless longing and love.
The intruder's hands gently cupped Wu Qianqian's face, deepening the kiss.
Wu Qianqian responded passionately, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.
She closed her eyes slightly, completely immersed in this sweet moment, feeling his warmth, his breath, and this intense, indescribable love.
Their kiss was fueled by burning passion; they were intoxicated by each other's love.
Every touch, every breath, deepened their bond.
Fang Xian slowly released Wu Qianqian's lips, a mischievous smile playing on his lips:
"It's coming."
Wu Qianqian nodded shyly, responding softly.
"Okay..."