The righteous pursuers burst from the treeline like a wave of white judgment—twenty strong, led by a stern-faced elder with golden-core peak aura, his staff glowing with purification seals. "Lin Xue! Your corruption ends today! And the branded demon—surrender or be cleansed!"
Wei Chen stepped forward, fan snapping open with a blaze of golden fire. "Try it. My pride isn't yours to judge."
Lin Xue flanked him left, frost qi surging pure and sharp. Su Mei right, crimson chains lashing eager. Tigress Yu growled low, claws flexing as her tribe formed a loose wall behind. Zhao Ling stood close at Wei Chen's back, new phoenix essence flaring gold—robes half-tied, body still flushed from awakening, but eyes fierce.
The elder roared, staff slamming ground. Golden chains shot forward, holy light pressing to suppress demonic and overload signatures.
Wei Chen met them head-on—fan whirlwind exploding in five-strand flame: golden sun core, frost edges, crimson corrosion, primal earth, phoenix rebirth. The clash shattered chains mid-air, shockwave scattering the front line.
But numbers pressed. Swords slashed in, talismans flying. A blade grazed Yu's arm, drawing bronze blood. She roared, tackling the attacker—claws rending armor before primal burst hurled him back.
Zhao Ling's first real fight—phoenix fire flared tentative from her palms, blocking a talisman. It exploded against her shield, staggering her. "I—I can't hold—"
Wei Chen spun back, pulling her flush against him mid-battle. "Channel through me. Like before."
He crushed his mouth to hers—deep, claiming, Yang pouring hot into her phoenix core. She moaned into the kiss, legs weakening as essence surged. His hand slid under her robes, fingers plunging into her still-slick folds—pumping fast, thumb grinding her clit. Zhao Ling cried out, walls clenching greedy around his digits, phoenix qi igniting brighter.
"Feel it build," he growled against her lips. "Use it."
She came hard, squirting hot essence over his hand—phoenix rebirth exploding outward in golden wings of flame that blasted three pursuers off their feet. Wei Chen licked his fingers clean, winking. "Good girl."
The elder focused on them, staff beaming suppression. Su Mei's chains faltered. She hissed, dodging a sword—then Wei Chen grabbed her waist, spinning her into a fierce kiss. Tongue battling hers, he freed himself with one hand, lifting her leg to thrust deep into her demonic heat.
"Fuck me hard," she snarled, walls gripping tight. "Burn them with it."
He pounded relentless—balls slapping wet, her breasts bouncing under torn silks. Crimson essence drank his Yang greedy, refining into corrosive bursts. Su Mei shattered first—squirting hot around his cock, climax triggering chain explosion that wrapped and crushed five attackers' weapons.
Wei Chen followed, flooding her depths with thick seed—power surge letting her break free fully, chains lashing wild.
Lin Xue froze a swordsman solid, but purification light cracked her ice. Wei Chen pulled her close next—pinning her against a tree mid-fight, hiking her robes and driving into her cool channel from behind. "My ice queen," he rasped, thrusting deep. "Melt for me."
She pushed back eager, walls milking him as frost qi wove with his fire. "Always—yours—fill me—"
He reached around, fingers circling her clit until she screamed climax—frozen spasms triggering ice-flame wave that flash-froze a line of pursuers.
Wei Chen erupted inside her, seed scorching sweet—bond flaring brighter.
Yu roared as claws clashed with staff—elder's blow drawing blood from her side. She tackled Wei Chen next, primal need overriding battle. "Husband—now!"
She bent over a fallen log, ass presented—dripping already from earlier. Wei Chen slammed home in one brutal thrust, her beast channel gripping fierce. "Take every inch," he growled, pounding savage—hands gripping her tail base.
Yu howled pleasure, pushing back to meet each slam. "Breed me—stronger—"
Her climax hit feral—walls spasming wild, beast essence exploding earth qi that shook the ground, toppling pursuers. Wei Chen filled her deep, seed triggering primal breakthrough—her core roaring gold.
The five-strand flame now blazed unstoppable—Wei Chen at center, women weaving power seamless.
The elder staggered, staff cracking. "Monster… all of you—"
Wei Chen unleashed the full might—fan slam sending spiral of sun-frost-corrosion-earth-phoenix flame roaring forward. It swallowed the elder and remaining pursuers—purifying them instead, burning corruption lies away without killing.
They collapsed groaning, defeated but alive.
Wei Chen breathed hard, pulling his pride close—kisses shared, hands linking. Zhao Ling clung trembling but glowing, Yu nuzzling possessive, Lin Xue and Su Mei steadying.
"We held," Lin Xue said, smiling fierce.
But distant horns blared again—stronger forces. Sect master level, perhaps. Or imperial reinforcements sensing Zhao Ling's awakening.
And farther, new primal roars—rival beast tribes, jealous of Yu's bond.
The pride had grown.
But so had the hunters.
To be Continued
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