Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Ryu's laughter erupted as he vanished, dodging out of the way of another furious strike from Jojo.

Jojo was so infuriated that she roared into the skies. "Cowardly bastard! Leave your name behind!"

"HAHA! My name is Ryu Tatsuya, remember it well. It's a name that'll trample even over the likes of the Nine Powers soon enough."

"Also, for those seeking revenge against my woman, you should take note that she has Martial God Blood running through her veins. I wonder how the Nine Powers you fear so much would react to knowing you had hunted down one of their own for so long?"

This time, Ryu's words carried a completely different weight. A man who had a Dao Sovereign personally protecting him, a Dao Sovereign he didn't quite seem to take very seriously at all... a person who even dared to say such disparaging words about the Nine Powers right in public view...

RUMBLE.

The skies quaked and shook, moving about furiously, however no smite-like strike came down. The skies calmed not long later, and the pupils of many constricted.

There were countless in the crowd, quite a few that were only members of the Sixth Heaven, members that Ryu would have remembered quite easily if he cared to pay attention to them. One such person was the very familiar Fairy Claire.

After all this time, she had finally found Ryu again after all her attempts previously. But right now, the shine of the so-called fairy had dimmed considerably. With Jojo and Selheira around, it was hard for her to carry the same sort of shine, but she didn't seem to care about this at all, she just wanted to ask Ryu a few questions about a certain man.

Hearing that Tatsuya name again, her heart couldn't help but tremble, especially as the people around her began to slowly recall certain things. Could it be that Ryu and that man were related? And were they both related to the Dao Sovereign that had already vanished from the skies?

Just what was going on? Where had this Clan of men suddenly come from? And how could they have so many talents in such close succession.

If even Fairy Claire felt small, then the so-called geniuses of the Sixth Heaven felt even smaller, but they clenched their fists. It seemed that some of them were reluctant to accept the status quo, but it was hard to tell if any of them: would have the privilege of rising up.

And then there was Selheira herself. She too had appeared within the crowd, but it was inscrutable her expression with most of her face hidden beneath a veil. However, seeing Jojo so enraged, she did seem to finally smile before she vanished as well, only taking a small glance toward where Primus had been previously.

There was a peculiar light in her in that flash moment, but it vanished just as quickly. It was impossible to tell what she had been thinking about.

Ryu plowed Isemeine from behind, his palms placed firmly on her cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal everything. Isemeine didn't seem to be shy in the slightest, her ass swinging in the air, her face buried into the sheets. It seemed that she was finally getting what she had wanted after all these years despite all the nonsense she had spoken.

She was far more resilient than she had been in the past, being so much more powerful than Ryu. But there was something about being penetrated that left her entire body weak. She let Ryu flip her from position to position like a doll, realizing that she had awakened quite a bit of masochistic tendencies, She even began to speak like she was goading Ryu into treating her worse.

By the end of it, she completely passed out.

Ryu shook his head with a laugh, letting this woman have a rest. His body was extremely durable right now, so it was unsurprising that he had such stamina. But it definitely shouldn't be comparable to Isemeine's. The only explanation for her tapping out so early was that she was truly too tired. After all, his Embryonic Qi didn't do anything about her Focus Qi.

Before he could go and take a bath, though, Isemeine's body began to slowly change.

Isemeine had an extremely athletic build. Her abs were defined, although not too prominent, her quads were cut, and her bottom and chest were powerful. When she was in a relaxed state, her muscles could only be clearly seen when she took a deep breath in. But when she was in battle, she was like a war machine.

She was a stunning specimen of a woman, slender and powerful.

Eska, however... was elegance and grace incarnated.

Of all his wives, even compared to Ailsa, her breasts were the largest, matching those wide, willowy hips. She didn't have the defined muscles of Isemeine. Instead, her every edge was soft, and yet only her chest and bottom rippled with the beauty of well placed fat. With just the slightest touch, your fingers would sink in, vanishing into a puff of clouds.

However, these weren't what Ryu liked the most about her. He loved her eyes. Not their white color or their gorgeous reflection, but rather than lofty, untouched and flawless gaze, the kind of look of an Empress overlooking her people, the kind of look that didn't carry even the slightest hint of embarrassment even as a man scanned her from head to toe.

"Lord Husband," Eska uttered lightly.

She seemed to want to say more, as she actually wanted to speak to Ryu about significant matters. But she never got the chance to because her lips were covered by Ryu's.

Eska didn't struggle, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms and legs around his body. Her every action gracefully accepted the raging lust of her husband. Her movements were delicate, and her slight panting breath could stir up a man's very soul.

Ryu hadn't felt this aroused in a very long while.