Just then, He Dazhu, hiding behind the bookshelf, seized the opportunity and reached out his hand towards Long Yueyin's sash.

Unfortunately, Long Yueyin reacted quickly and dodged He Dazhu's sneak attack.

These rows of bookshelves were a perfect place for He Dazhu to start his business.

Because He Dazhu possessed the X-ray vision of the Mysterious Heavenly Eyes, Long Yueyin's every move was completely monitored by He Dazhu, who was hiding in the shadows.

Most importantly, although Long Yueyin was a level three Dragon Fist practitioner, she couldn't see He Dazhu at all when faced with those rows of tall bookshelves.

At this moment, Long Yueyin's eyes were completely useless.

He Dazhu walked past rows of bookshelves, and almost every shelf contained books about Miao witchcraft and some strange legends about Miao.

He Dazhu immediately sensed how strong the seed of revenge was in Long Yueyin's heart.

He Dazhu doesn't have time to think about this now. The most important thing now is to untie Long Yueyin's belt and gain her approval.

He Dazhu hid in a corner, secretly monitoring Long Yueyin's every move.

Just as He Dazhu turned a corner, Long Yueyin's gaze was not on He Dazhu's side, which was a perfect opportunity to strike.

He Dazhu spotted the sash of Long Yueyin's silk robe and decisively reached out.

Just as He Dazhu was about to touch Long Yueyin's sash, Long Yueyin swiftly intervened and blocked him.

Helpless, He Dazhu had no choice but to hide among the bookshelves.

"Long Yueyin's attack speed is too fast. Even the slowing effect of the Xuan Tian Divine Eye can barely slow down Long Yueyin's speed a little."

He Dazhu leaned against a bookshelf and couldn't help but sigh.

Long Yueyin suddenly spoke up, "If it's a man, come out."

"What kind of skill is it to hide like a mouse?"

"Hiding is dishonorable, but it's useful."

As he spoke, He Dazhu made another move. Although he failed this time, his dark hands touched Long Yueyin's plump buttocks.

He Dazhu felt a surge of joy in his heart.

Just as He Dazhu was once again hiding in the shadows observing Long Yueyin's movements.

He Dazhu's pupils constricted instantly.

All I could see was Long Yueyin standing directly opposite the first bookshelf.

He Dazhu clearly saw that all the true energy in Long Yueyin's body gathered in Long Yueyin's hands.

Unlike He Dazhu's true energy, which spreads outwards from his body, Long Yueyin's true energy gathers in a regular pattern on her hands. Moreover, the gathering speed is very fast, and He Dazhu can barely keep up with the speed of Long Yueyin's true energy gathering by using the Xuan Tian Divine Eye.

Suddenly, all that could be seen was Long Yueyin taking a step back with her beautiful legs, and Yu Bi pushing forward.

Suddenly, a huge shockwave struck He Dazhu's direction.

He Dazhu could vaguely make out the shape of the air wave, which resembled a soaring dragon, but only a slight outline of it.

Even so, the bookshelves blocking He Dazhu's way were all destroyed by this enormous force.

Like a massive typhoon, He Dazhu took the brunt of the force head-on, his face completely deformed by the impact.

He Dazhu, along with the bookshelf and books, was sent flying by the force, crashing heavily into the wall behind him before coming to a stop.

Suddenly, a layer of dust fell from the ceiling of the room, and the entire room was smashed and ruined by a force.

He Dazhu immediately vomited blood and was buried by a pile of fallen books and bookshelves.

Long Yueyin used the Dragon Form, a move unique to the third level of the 12th level Dragon Fist.

Long Yueyin spent ten years researching the twelfth level of the Dragon Fist to master this move, locking herself in the basement to practice every day. After finishing her training, she would research information on Miao Jiang Gu poison.

Long Yueyin's purpose in living is not only to avenge her father, but also to prove that the Twelfth Level Dragon Fist is no weaker than the Miao Jiang Gu poison.

Due to the failure of the Twelve Guardians of the Court, not only was the Dragon General killed, but the Twelve-Level Dragon Fist also lost its status as the number one divine fist in the Dragon Kingdom.

It has become a style of boxing that only elderly men in parks practice. One of the masters, Master Ma, even became an internet celebrity by quickly going viral online for his "Bull and Horse Five Dragons Fist".

From then on, the Twelve-Level Dragon Fist became a huge joke.

The thought of this filled Long Yueyin with a burning hatred. The fact that the Dragon Kingdom has no standing at the level of the Twelfth-Level Dragon Fist is entirely due to the attack by the Miao Jiang Gu poison.

Long Yueyin was always certain in her heart that if her father, Long Jiang, had faced the Miao Gu poison master head-on, he would definitely not have lost to him.

Looking at the room she had almost destroyed, Long Yueyin guessed that He Dazhu was probably not alive.

So they let their guard down.

He walked over to the pile of books stacked high, intending to take two ounces of meat from He Dazhu.

Long Yueyin swept the book aside, and soon He Dazhu, whose head was covered in blood, appeared.

He Dazhu's miserable state did not evoke any sympathy from Long Yueyin.

After all, the proud Long Yueyin would never sympathize with a weak man, and even if a weak man were to teach him the Twelfth Level Dragon Fist, he would never be able to master it.

Giving the Twelfth Level Dragon Fist to a man like that is like having sex with a man who only lasts three seconds – it's a complete waste of time and energy.

To further confirm whether He Dazhu was truly dead, Long Yueyin went up to check his heartbeat and pulse. Once she confirmed that it had stopped beating, she completely relaxed her guard.

Just as Long Yueyin was about to make her move.

He Dazhu suddenly opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips. His hands, already prepared, had grabbed Long Yueyin's sleeves, and He Dazhu pulled her along with them.

Long Yueyin's smooth sleeves instantly unfastened, and her closed robe instantly opened.

Her ample breasts and her beautiful, smooth body, as if washed with milk, were immediately displayed before He Dazhu.

He Dazhu pulled Long Yueyin down, and Long Yueyin immediately fell completely into He Dazhu's arms.

"How about it."

"I'm not a three-second man, am I?"

Long Yueyin lay in He Dazhu's arms, offering no resistance whatsoever.

After all, she was a woman who dared to speak and act, and He Dazhu was the first man to withstand her Dragon-Shaped Fist head-on without dying.

Long Yueyin acknowledged He Dazhu in her heart; He Dazhu was qualified to cultivate the twelfth-level Dragon Fist and was qualified to receive Long Yueyin's reward.

“He Dazhu, you are indeed different from other men.”

"I accept you."

"In that case, I will honor your reward."

"Don't let me down in this regard."

He Dazhu sneered, "I have never disappointed in this regard."

As He Dazhu spoke, he displayed his imposing stature, which surprised Long Yueyin.

Long Yueyin slid down like a slippery little eel.

She looked at He Dazhu with a pair of alluring eyes.

"I'm going to start now."

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