Duan Yun soared into the sky with the two maidens in tow, causing palpable shockwaves around them.

Within these waves was not only his surging True Qi Fist Power, but also the Ming Tide Power!

The first two of the Eighteen Fairy Maidens had already been killed by a powerful blow to the head, followed by four others who no longer cared about maintaining their elegance, quickly moving their legs like Flying Spiders to rush for support.

Unfortunately, they underestimated Duan Yun's strength.

As they approached him, feeling the terrifying oscillations emanating from Duan Yun, it was too late to avoid his might!

A thunderous explosion sounded, reminiscent of Spring Thunder hitting the ground.

Duan Yun crushed the two fairies onto the ground.

The horrific Qi Force surged outward, sending the stone slabs on the ground flying like paper, along with the four supporting fairies.

Two of them collided directly with their companions in Duan Yun's grasp, flesh and bones shattered, while the remaining two, although not directly hit, were so shaken by the Qi Force that they spewed blood from internal injuries.

Yet, despite this extremely painful experience, the four simultaneously let out moans akin to pleasure.

In the eyes of the onlookers, these fairies appeared strange, akin to stubborn donkeys that felt more satisfied the more they were whipped.

No!

How could fairies be compared to stubborn donkeys!

This time, the misunderstanding by the cowardly spectators concerning the women of the Frost Blood Pavilion was due to their forced moans rather than genuine enjoyment of being punished.

Under the onslaught of the Ming Tide, their bodies had become extraordinarily sensitive.

For example, the red silk markings on their bodies became hotter and itchier than ever, so much that despite their flesh and bones cracking, they still wanted to scratch!

"Since it's so itchy, let this Young Hero treat you!"

As he spoke, he slapped his palms on the women already deprived of breath, causing the remaining hair on their bodies to shoot out like Flying Needles, piercing the four fairies of the Frost Blood Pavilion.

Consequently, their already sensitive bodies became even itchier, prompting them to moan softly while shouting, "It's so itchy!"

Yes, the Young Hero's treatment of itchiness made the previous itch seem insignificant.

The fairies of the Frost Blood Pavilion, subjected to this severe torment, found it hard to describe their feelings; their bodies were extraordinarily sensitive, while multiple sensations erupted simultaneously, akin to adding watermelon and oranges, and even excrement and urine to a big stew pot.

It was unbearably uncomfortable!

They had never felt such an intense level of discomfort.

Very quickly, some couldn't endure it any longer, convulsing all over, foaming at the mouth, and suffering until their eyes rolled back.

The cowardly spectators watched in horror, their eyes wide with rage and tears of blood streaming down, kneeling and continually howling insults.

"Where did this madman come from, to treat the mortal fairies in such a manner!"

"This will have consequences!"

Yet the fiercer they cursed, the more ruthless Duan Yun became.

Consequently, several cowards, unscathed initially, were so enraged and anxious that they foamed at the mouth, one even died on the spot.

He couldn't bear to see the fairies suffering such humiliation, so he perished.

He died staring at the fairies' direction, his face filled with pain and reluctance.

At this point, six of the Eighteen Fairy Maidens had been lost, and the remaining twelve received orders not to continue charging, but instead circled around the towering main hall.

They danced along with the red silk, resembling Flying Immortals.

"Ah Shuang's Eighteen Techniques!"

At this time, a figure in a robe of red and black appeared and issued a command.

Thus, the twelve fairies spinning above descended, accompanied by the sound of fluttering garments.

Despite the Ah Shuang's Eighteen Techniques only having twelve fairies left, they still launched an attack.

Duan Yun suddenly realized these twelve women were quite formidable.

They rode the red silk, attacking in groups of six, each group moving simultaneously.

But the six women each used different techniques: fingers, palms, fists, feet, even legs stretching for fierce grabs.

The marvel lay in their diverse techniques seamlessly merging.

It was as if an individual with twelve hands and twelve legs were simultaneously attacking him.

Duan Yun raised his hand and unleashed strange boxing moves in quick succession.

The air filled with terrifying booming sounds from fists and fists, flesh and flesh colliding intensely!

After Ah Shuang Twelve Techniques' six moves ended, Duan Yun solely relied on strange boxing to counterattack, yet failed to gain the upper hand, causing him to slide backward.

But before he could regain his footing, the other group of six women swiftly followed.

These women appeared even more passionate than the previous group, all simultaneously shouting, "Ah Shuang's Eighteen Techniques!"

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

This time, the group's changes surprised Duan Yun once more.

If the previous group exhibited diverse and strange techniques, this group seemed more rigid.

Indeed, they attacked together, hands and feet swinging, akin to a radio calisthenics routine.

Suddenly, the radio calisthenics techniques assaulted him, and he momentarily couldn't find an apparent flaw.

Their techniques appeared rigid and not agile, yet they were linked end to end, using the same school of attack for defense.

Duan Yun's figure swayed as the six women rode the red silk, trying to trap him within.

Ah Shuang's Eighteen Techniques, created by the second-generation Pavilion Master Shuang Ling of the Frost Blood Pavilion.

Legend has it that during her youth, she fell in love with an Immortal in the Heavenly Court while dreaming, and in her dream, sought his love.

Yet, that Immortal was extremely cold and rejected her affection outright.

It's said that persistent women scare chaste men, so Shuang Ling self-created "Ah Shuang's Eighteen Techniques" within her dreams, using eighteen methods and postures to cling to that Immortal.

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