Chapter 6: Her Cunt Fucked Raw and Swollen, the Gorgeous Mother Clamping Down on Cum to Save Her Son

At the front mountain of Sword Pavilion, the wind howled, carrying a thick stench of blood.

"Clang--"

The crash of metal on metal exploded in midair, the shockwave tearing through the clouds.

Six figures stood apart at opposite ends, locked in a standoff high above the ground.

Lin Mubai's chest heaved violently.

The patterns of the protective formation beneath his feet flickered on and off, and spiritual energy poured through the formation eye into his body, forcibly raising his cultivation to the early Golden Core stage.

The hand that gripped his sword bulged with blue veins.

He stared fixedly at the two men across from him.

Scarface wiped the blood off his face, his hand around the long blade faintly numb.

He glanced at the Joyous Union Sect elder beside him and spat irritably.

By now, the Joyous Union Sect elder was nowhere near as lecherous as before.

His legs were clamped shut, his face deathly pale.

A foot-long gash had been carved into the root of his thigh, blood soaking through his trouser leg.

Just now, when that bastard could not keep his mouth shut and brought up Pavilion Master Xue again, Lin Mubai had been willing to take a blade head-on just to drive his sword into the man's crotch.

When the sword aura brushed past, a chill shot straight to the top of his skull.

It had missed by less than half an inch.

No one dared bring up Lin Mubai's mother anymore. That really could get them killed.

On the other side, Sword Pavilion's two Golden Core elders were desperately holding back the Valley Master of Mad Lion Valley, and the fight was just as intense.

"Sect Master Dao, this kid is strange." The Joyous Union Sect elder lowered his voice, folding his fan across his chest. "With the formation boosting him, his sword intent is too damn bizarre. If we drag this out, something could go wrong."

Scarface clenched his teeth, a streak of viciousness flashing in his eyes.

Right then.

"Buzz--"

A strange fluctuation suddenly burst skyward from Sword Pavilion's back mountain.

The already overcast sky was torn open without warning.

A beam of golden light split the dark clouds and poured into Sword Pavilion like a waterfall.

The surrounding spiritual energy was seized by some immense force, spinning as it converged toward the rear hall and condensing into a huge inverted vortex.

The pressure in the air abruptly surged.

The people in midair all froze at once, their expressions changing drastically.

"This aura..." The Valley Master of Mad Lion Valley forced back the two Sword Pavilion elders with a single axe strike and looked toward the back mountain. "Perfected Golden Core?!"

Scarface and the white-faced scholar exchanged a look, and both saw fear in the other's eyes.

Inside Sword Pavilion, aside from that so-called Xue Ning whose legs were crippled, who else could trigger a heavenly phenomenon of this level?

Not only had she recovered, she had broken through as well!

One Xue Ning at the late Golden Core stage with crippled legs, the three sects together could still barely swallow her.

But a Sword Pavilion master at the Perfected Golden Core stage, plus this young sect master who could kill above his rank by borrowing the formation...

When Xue Ning came out of seclusion, not one of them would be able to leave today.

A thread of faint transmission slipped into the ears of the others from Scarface: "Even if that bitch broke through, she's still on the back mountain stabilizing her cultivation and won't be out for a while. The three of us join forces and kill this little bastard first! Cut off Sword Pavilion's last bloodline, then leave immediately. Once Xue Ning comes out, she still won't be able to find anyone to take revenge on!"

A vicious look squeezed onto the Joyous Union Sect elder's face. "Sect Master Dao is right. Wealth comes from danger. If we let this kid live today, and he breaks through to Nascent Soul later, will there be any way out for us?"

The Valley Master of Mad Lion Valley also bared his teeth in understanding. "Then what are we waiting for?"

In almost the same instant, the three men suppressed the fear on their faces and forced out hypocritical smiles.

Scarface suddenly put away his long blade. The flesh on his face bunched into a hideous grin as he cupped his hands toward Lin Mubai.

"Young Sect Master Lin, please calm your anger!" Scarface raised his hands high, his voice booming over the entire battlefield. "Today's matter was just a misunderstanding. We only came to exchange a few moves. It seems Pavilion Master Xue is about to emerge from seclusion, so it would be inconvenient for us to disturb her. We'll pay back the destroyed plaque from Blood Fiend Sect tenfold!"

The Joyous Union Sect elder endured the pain in his thigh and forced out a dry laugh. "Exactly, exactly. Young Sect Master Lin is gifted beyond measure and will surely become great in the future. We'll take our leave now."

Lin Mubai's brow was tightly furrowed, the tip of his sword still pointed straight ahead, with no hint of relaxation.

How could this pack of wolves possibly retreat so easily?

"Get lost."

Lin Mubai coldly spat out a single word, the sword intent around him only growing sharper.

"Yes, yes, yes, we're leaving right now..." Scarface laughed apologetically as he backed away, but his eyes covertly flicked toward Lin Mubai's rear flank.

The instant Lin Mubai's attention was fixed entirely on the two men in front.

"Bang!"

Two fierce gusts of force shot from behind without warning and struck the two major acupoints in his back with perfect precision.

Lin Mubai's entire body stiffened, his pupils contracting violently.

The spiritual-energy link connected to the protective formation was severed in an instant, and the true qi that had been forcibly raised inside him collapsed like a deflated ball.

He turned back with great difficulty.

The two Sword Pavilion elders who should have been fighting the Valley Master of Mad Lion Valley were now still holding their palms out, their eyes darting away, too afraid to look at him.

"Elder Zhao... Elder Li... you..."

"Young Sect Master, forgive us." Elder Zhao lowered his eyelids, his voice dry. "Sword Pavilion's fortunes are exhausted. Even if the pavilion master... even if she breaks through, she still won't be able to withstand the combined assault of the three sects. We... at least have to leave a way out for the disciples under our care."

"Bullshit!"

Lin Mubai coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body losing control as he plunged straight down from midair.

"Boom--!"

The ground was smashed into a deep pit, rubble spraying everywhere.

Lin Mubai lay at the bottom of the crater, his whole skeleton seeming to have fallen apart, every organ in his body bleeding.

He struggled to reach for the sword lying nearby, but his fingers trembled too badly to obey.

Above him, the three sect masters who had just pretended to leave were now already descending to the edge of the pit with savage grins.

Added to the two traitorous elders, there were five Golden Core cultivators surrounding Lin Mubai tightly.

"Kid, in your next life, be smarter." Scarface looked down at him from above, slowly raising the long blade in his hand. Blood-red light pulsed on the blade's edge.

Lin Mubai's vision blurred.

The backlash from the protective formation, combined with the ambush from two Golden Core cultivators, had left him utterly powerless to resist.

Was he going to die?

His mind suddenly went very quiet.

Those noisy jeers, the ringing clash of swords and blades, all of it drifted away.

The image froze on his mother sitting in a wheelchair, gently straightening his collar.

"Mother..."

A drop of bloody tears slid from the corner of his eye.

I'm sorry. I couldn't protect Sword Pavilion.

The long blade came down with a shrill scream through the air.

The blade edge sliced through the wind, leaving only an inch between it and Lin Mubai's hair.

"Who dares touch my son."

The cool voice was not loud, yet it burst in every person's ear.

Along with it came a terrifying pressure as deep and vast as the ocean.

The long blade that had been falling froze hard in midair. Scarface kept the same downward-slashing posture, cold sweat instantly beading all over his forehead.

He found that he could not move.

Not just him. Everyone present was pinned in place by spiritual pressure belonging to the Perfected Golden Core stage.

With great difficulty, everyone turned their heads toward the direction of the voice.

On the bluestone steps leading from the back mountain to the front square, three people were walking down.

At the very front was Xue Ning.

She was not sitting in a wheelchair.

Those legs that had not touched the ground for years were now taking steady steps, one stair at a time.

She had changed into a brand-new moon-white long dress embroidered with cloud patterns, the hem swaying lightly as she walked.

But beneath the skirt, those long legs trembled faintly with a shameful soreness each time she took a step, the inner thigh muscles quivering.

Her long hair was simply pinned up with a plain jade hairpin, and a few damp strands still clung to the sides of her face.

A faint flush still lingered at the corners of her eyes, almost impossible to notice, yet between her brows there was a coldness that looked down upon the world.

On her left was Shen Qingyun in a blue robe.

On her right was Sikong Lin, standing with his sword in his arms.