Of course, he was no match for the Zhan Queen. Tang Lanyan's kick almost sent him to his death, yet he still couldn't forget the plump, tender labia, still glistening with a drop of moisture, revealed when the Zhan Queen kicked her legs open.
In the end, he only managed to escape by feigning death and his companion jumping out in time…
Admittedly, his claim of fighting Tang Lanyan was just boasting, but he was still a genuine Lv3 superhuman, yet he died with just one punch?
The scene was so shocking and bloody!
Panic spread through everyone around. Most people turned and fled in panic. Although there were mercenaries among the crowd, at least half of those active in the underworld were brokers, arms dealers, and vendors. While death was not uncommon, no one had ever witnessed someone being instantly blown to pieces before their eyes.
Tang Lin stared in a daze at his blood-stained hands. It was an invincible power, and with each punch, it seemed not only his own strength but also the "power" of the entire space itself was being unleashed. It was as if the entire space itself was being swept away by his punch.
Who could withstand it?
However, Tang Lin had no time to carefully experience the sensations, as the power within his body seemed to increase endlessly. The initial exhilaration of suddenly gaining immense power gradually transformed into a stifling, irritating feeling of being overfed and unable to digest.
The stench of blood reignited his urge to vent. Seeing people flee, his violent emotions surged, and without thinking, he succumbed to his urge to unleash a punch upon the crowd.
"Crack!"
It was like a whip lashing out, but the impact was a hundred, a thousand times stronger. The air cracked, the sonic boom was deafening, and the buildings on both sides of the street exploded with a deafening roar. A long trail of blood mist stretched all the way to the end of the street!
"Invincible! I'm invincible!"
Tang Lin roared excitedly, catching up with the fleeing crowd. With a flick of his wrist, flesh and blood flew everywhere. The superhumans gathered in the dark street were slaughtered like helpless chicks, none of them able to withstand a single blow.
But the fleeing crowd quickly summoned the true maintainers of order in the underworld—the mysterious gatekeepers. Several ghostly figures rushed towards Tang Lin.
Tang Lin's body froze strangely. The nearest figure aimed straight for his heart in the back, but in the next instant, Tang Lin moved abruptly, throwing a punch. Space seemed to freeze, then rapidly contract to his fist.
"Ahhhhh…!"
The old man let out a hoarse, inhuman scream as his body was blasted into the air, exploding into a cloud of blood mist!
The gatekeepers were the most enigmatic members of the Queen of Shanghai's organization. They were all uniformly emaciated old men, their movements unlike those of ordinary people. Their abnormal stiffness and coldness made them seem like puppets, exuding a terrifying inorganic quality.
Yet, their methods were bizarre, and their strength immense. Although not yet Lv5, they surpassed Lv4, sending chills down one's spine.
But as Tang Lin's figure swayed continuously, several old men seemed utterly powerless, being repeatedly blasted apart in mid-air by his attacks.
"Whoosh..."
A chilling wind swept through, as if mourning the dissipation of powerful souls.
This wasn't because Tang Lin had gained power beyond level 5; the entire space seemed to be aiding him, harnessing its power to easily obliterate the old men.
Just as Tang Lin was displaying his "divine might" in the dark street, someone outside suddenly looked up. This person was Luo Shaowen.
At this moment, his waist was tightly gripped by a pair of jade-like legs, as if bound by iron. His erect penis, infused with the essence of a pseudo-pure yang body, was being ground down by the incredibly strong muscles of her vagina. The countless folds of flesh felt like fine blades grinding against it, and the tight grip of her abdomen sent shivers of pleasure through him; he was about to ejaculate.
Right now, he was locked in fierce combat with the War Queen, Tang Lanyan.
His body stood tall and imposing like an iron tower, a lithe yet graceful figure, like a female leopard, straddling him, her incomparably long legs gripping his waist.
Her smooth, silky waist was taut, making her firm, full buttocks, bulging with muscles like thin plates of steel, appear even more pert and round. A head of thick, jet-black hair swung in the air behind her, swaying with each thrust.
But Tang Lanyan didn't back down at all. Her thighs and hips twisted and turned, squeezing so tightly that Luo Shaowen's spine went numb!
This was copulation far beyond what ordinary people imagined; it was more like a naked battle, a physical struggle, than lovemaking.
Luo Shaowen understood that subduing the War Queen required perseverance, so he had focused his energy on this during this period.
But now, he suddenly sensed that something big was happening.
It was "Black Street."
He had long known about the Black Street, the place where Li Zhiyu's consciousness had fallen.
It contained immense power from Li Zhiyu, even greater than the power remaining in his body. To fully obtain Li Zhiyu's power, the Black Street was of paramount importance.
However, to gain access there, he would have to confront Jiang Yingji. Her puppets were a source of great fear for him, and the Seven Sins Sect faced extreme hostility there.
He had originally planned to fully assimilate the pseudo-pure yang power before collecting Li Zhiyu's strength, but it seemed someone had beaten him to it.
He had to act!
Soon afterward, a naked Luo Shaowen emerged, his limp penis still glistening with a fine, creamy white semen, swaying like a throbbing giant snake, as if recounting his victory.
This turn of events solidified his resolve: to take over the Black Street—
and to hold this "banquet" there.