Although the crowd saw what happened in the ring, none dared to utter a word because provoking the Yuqen Kingdom was the last thing you wanted to do. They swore not to mention this event to the outsider, even the founder of the Mist Clan had to pay respect to their king.
"I must say, he got some immortal balls to be able to do that," whispered an onlooker.
"I don't think their pursuers would dare to do that either when they know that those fairies came from that kingdom," said a gossiping old woman.
Biane was moaning in pleasure as her face couldn't become any redder then now, "Ahn..."
"P-p-please stop it ..." whispered Biane.
(Fine, I don't want to humiliate you any further either ... eh? My hands! It wouldn't stop!) thought Lyon as he became palpitated.
"Pl-ease ... no ... more, ah! Not the tip!"
(Why am I feeling so good, being touched by this beast!) thought Biane as she slowly drowned in pleasure.
