Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system Chapter 591: Ch-590: Caught in 4k (R-18)

Wang Ming directed his sword straight at Tian Yang, who gazed at the phantom in utter disbelief.

The dragon's head barreled toward Tian Yang, its jaws gaping wide before clamping down on him with unadulterated sword intent.

"Ahhhhhh!" Tian Yang let out a hoarse scream as his arm got severed clean off.

Gnaw!

Next, the dragon methodically chomped through his remaining limbs and torso. Tian Yang's face flushed crimson with blood, his body twisting in agony—not from the wounds themselves, but from the fierce sword intent ravaging him internally.

A few minutes later, Tian Yang's form exploded outward, shredded by streaks of blue sword light erupting from inside.

Silence fell like a heavy veil, with many shooting terrified looks at Tian Chenyu after witnessing the brutal demise of Tian Yang.

"Damn, what's with this stinging feeling?"

"That's incredibly intense sword intent!"

"Damn, he's ruthless—that dragon phantom swallowed him whole!"

"Anyone know what that dragon was? It felt like it was formed from nothing but pure sword intent."

"That's a weapon phantom, formed when someone fully grasps the intent stage, though I've never seen one shaped like a dragon before."

The seasoned elders and veterans among the Tian Clan's sword cultivators stared wide-eyed at the Dragon Phantom in shock.

"No way! That has to be Sword Intent!" One sword cultivator identified the energy around the strike, his eyes popping as he spotted the dragon phantom hovering behind Tian Chenyu.

A Sword Phantom represents the pinnacle of sword mastery; it manifests only when the cultivator achieves total command over sword intent—in essence, perfect dominance. Just one in thousands manages to summon a weapon phantom, each varying in rank and shape, often resembling beasts.

"How can it be a Dragon Phantom?! He's barely an adult! I've struggled for years to form one and failed, yet his is a dragon—the top-tier weapon phantom, on par with the Phoenix Phantom. This can't be real!"

"Heavens, I figured sword cultivators capable of such mighty phantoms were long extinct."

"Yeah, the rival Eternal Sword Sects will turn green with jealousy over the Immortal Sword Sect."

Tian Chenyu spun to confront Tian Yang's stunned followers, his face serene as he spoke in icy tones, "Do you worthless fools want to clash too? If you're craving a fight, I'll gladly satisfy you. This could be your last shot, since I'm heading to the sect right after."

With a casual flick of his sword, Tian Chenyu unleashed a domineering aura that swept the area, sending shivers racing down everyone's backs.

Gulp.

The other Eternals who'd plotted to swarm him gulped nervously and trembled in fear. Though his words ignited fury, memories of Tian Yang's gruesome end kept them from daring to challenge him.

Tian Chenyu then glanced at Tian Yang, now revived on the platform without a single mark, his expression mixing fury and terror.

"You..." Tian Yang's eyes burned red as he fought the urge to lunge forward.

Tian Chenyu taunted him further, "Next time you battle me, wager something valuable... like your wife, perhaps."

Hiss.

The spectators gasped at the bold insult, while those familiar with his wife's reputation smirked knowingly. Plenty watched eagerly to see if Tian Yang would snap—no man could stomach such a jab lightly.

After all that had transpired, hearing Tian Chenyu's remark pushed Tian Yang to the brink of breakdown even before the bout started.

"Ahhh..." He bellowed in fury, prompting the clan head to scowl in revulsion as he prepared to command restraint. Yet before any action, he and the rest stood stunned as Tian Yang collapsed unconscious from pure rage.

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"Ugh." Tian Yang's eyes blinked open amid a groan as he awoke. Surveying his surroundings, he realized he lay dumped before his own room's entrance.

"Damn those callous jerks. They dumped me here like garbage. Couldn't they bother carrying me to my bed?" Tian Yang rose, his frame shuddering from lingering phantom pains everywhere. Fists balled tight at the memory of Tian Chenyu's final barb. "Bastard."

All at once, Tian Yang's face grew grim as he neared the door. Clear moans and slapping skin sounds cut through the quiet, mingled with his wife's cries. Realization hit, plunging his heart into despair.

Pah.

Pah.

"Aah, go slower, brother-in-law!"

For an instant, Tian Yang stood rigid, his thoughts warring between disbelief and wrath. But the sting of betrayal shattered his restraint.

"Ahh...ahh...ahh! Ohh yes...yess...more...more...plow me more!"

Mu Bingxue’s moans reverberated in erratic bursts overflowing with lustful frenzy. Though the voice’s owner was instantly recognizable, he struggled to reconcile the lewd whore’s groans with his stunning, devoted wife.

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

Tremors from the lewd echoes coursed through the Eternal, leaving him quivering in shock.

With fury and terror surging uncontrollably, he burst the door open.

The horrifying scene before him defied his worst nightmares. Sprawled across the bed, Mu Bingxue’s body gleamed flushed and slick. Tian Chenyu towered over her, driving his hips with savage force. The bed groaned under their wild passion, her cries ringing out unaware of his arrival.

Back pressed to the mattress, Mu Bingxue lay beneath his half-brother who hovered above. Her breasts filled his mouth as he rammed his dick into her pussy, jolting the bed with every fierce thrust. His hips collided against hers relentlessly, each impact echoing loudly.