Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 340 - Tianlong Inside a War Zone (2)

Chapter 340: Chapter 340 - Tianlong Inside a War Zone (2)

Tianlong stood there, thinking. His breathing slowed as he processed the information. Then his gaze drifted toward Sabrina.

She had crossed her arms over her robe, her hands gripping the fabric near her shoulders. The position made her breasts bunch together, creating a deep, tempting cleavage that pressed against the tight material.

Her sharp eyes caught his stare immediately. "What are you looking at?"

Tianlong didn’t look away. "No... I was just thinking about someone familiar."

He blinked again, as if a memory surfaced in his mind. "So who leads this catkin tribe? Like, the main clan?"

Sabrina, nodded. "Yes. They’re called the Red Cat Tribe. They have red hair and red eyes. Very distinct."

Hearing that, Tianlong blinked again, his lips curling into a subtle smirk. "I see."

And as if recalling something vivid—tight black latex hugging every curve, the outline of swollen labia visible through the thin material, a young woman whose breasts swung heavily with each movement—he chuckled under his breath.

"And was there this... tight dress code in that tribe too?"

Sabrina’s mouth twitched violently. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at him. "I can smell perverse thoughts radiating off you."

She paused, then sighed in irritation. "But yeah, you’re right. How do you even know that? They do wear those tight outfits. It’s part of their culture—something about agility and freedom of movement."

Tianlong chuckled again, louder this time. His grin widened as he reached into his robe and pulled out something small and delicate.

A butterfly.

It was black, almost invisible against the dark fabric of his robe. It had been perched there the entire time, unnoticed by everyone.

He held it gently on his finger, letting it rest there as he gave a slow, knowing smile.

"It seems the world is quite small, isn’t it... Yuna?"

He spoke directly to the butterfly, his voice soft but laced with amusement.

Sabrina frowned, confusion flashing across her face. "Have you lost your mind?"

Tianlong ignored her, his gaze fixed on the butterfly. He gave it a wink, his smile turning almost predatory. "Hey, Yuna. You see, your family is in danger. Should I save them?"

Sabrina’s confusion deepened. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Tianlong finally looked up at her, his grin widening. "So, it’s decided then. We’re going to help the catkins win this feud."

Sabrina’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Do you even know what it means to be under war? This isn’t some game!"

Before she could continue, Tianlong chuckled and stepped forward. In one smooth motion, he pulled her hand toward him, closing the distance between them.

"My lady," he said, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. "I am always at war with my cock that wants to enter you. Aren’t I winning?"

Sabrina’s face flushed red—not with embarrassment, but with pure fury. She clenched her jaw, her fangs bared. "Just try it, and I’ll cut off that thing with my own hand."

Tianlong snapped his fingers.

Instantly, a black vortex-like portal tore open in the air beside them, swirling with dark energy and crackling faintly with power.

He leaned in close, his lips near her ear. "I hope you use your teeth, Sabrina."

Before she could react, he pulled her forward.

"You bastard!" she yelled as both of them were swallowed by the portal, vanishing into the darkness.

The portal snapped shut behind them, leaving only silence.

"Hands up! Don’t move!"

The shouts came from all directions—sharp, panicked, aggressive.

Tianlong stood there calmly, Sabrina beside him. Her mouth twitched violently as she looked around at the dozens of soldiers surrounding them, their spears pointed directly at both of them.

Her tiger ears flattened against her head as she hissed through clenched teeth, "You pervert. Did you just bring us into the middle of a venue?"

Tianlong blinked, then looked downward.

He was standing on a big dining table.

Around the table were several people—men, all of them—frozen mid-bite, their expressions ranging from shock to outrage. At the head of the table sat one man whose face had turned purple with fury, veins popping from his forehead like they might burst.

Around them stood even more men—guards, attendants, officials. The entire hall was filled with men. Not a single woman in sight.

And as Tianlong’s gaze swept over them more carefully, he noticed the details: small nose mustaches, hair in shades of brown, red, and white. Cat ears. Tails flicking nervously behind them.

Catkin features.

All of them shocked, angry, and very much on guard.

Observing everything with a slow, deliberate scan, Tianlong raised an eyebrow. Understanding clicked into place.

"Your wives are fighting on the battlefront," he said slowly, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade. "And you men are having a feast here."

He paused, letting the accusation hang in the air.

Then his lips curled into a smirk. "If you can’t help it, then I can give your wives a good feast in place of you. As a man."

The hall went dead silent.

All the men looked at each other, confusion flickering across their faces.

’What is he talking about?’

’Who is he?’ 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Murmurs began to spread through the crowd, voices overlapping in confusion and suspicion.

But Sabrina wasn’t confused.

Her body trembled—not with fear, but with pure, unfiltered rage. Her jaw clenched so hard her fangs bit into her lower lip. Her claws extended involuntarily, digging into her palms as blood dripped from her fists.

"I will lose my mind if I hear you say one more word, you perverted bastard!" she roared, her voice shaking the hall. "I would rather fight a war than stand beside you!"

Before Tianlong could respond, Sabrina moved.

In a blur of motion too fast for most eyes to follow, she grabbed the man at the head of the table—the one with the purple face—and hurled him across the hall with monstrous strength.

His body slammed into the nearby stone wall with a sickening ’crunch’, flesh and bone splattering against the surface. Blood sprayed across the wall like paint. He was dead instantly, his body sliding down limply to the floor.

The hall erupted into chaos.

"She’s from the tiger clan!" one of the catkin soldiers yelled, his voice cracking with panic.

"Attack! Attack her now!"

Sabrina’s tiger features glitched—her ears elongated, her claws grew sharper, her eyes glowed with a predatory gold. Her aura exploded outward, crackling with raw, destructive energy.

She let out a feral roar that shook the rafters, then charged.

The catkin males swarmed her from all sides, spears thrusting, swords slashing. But Sabrina was a storm incarnate.

She dodged the first spear with a twist of her hips, grabbed the shaft mid-thrust, and snapped it in half with one hand. With the broken end, she drove it through the throat of the man who’d held it, blood spraying across her face as he gurgled and collapsed.

Another soldier lunged from her left. She caught his sword hand mid-swing, twisted his wrist until bones cracked audibly, and then ripped his arm clean off at the shoulder. He screamed, stumbling backward as blood gushed from the wound.

Sabrina didn’t stop.

She kicked another man in the chest so hard his ribcage caved inward, his body flying backward and crashing into three others behind him. They all went down in a heap of broken limbs and screaming.

A catkin with red hair tried to flank her from behind. She spun, caught him by the throat, and slammed him face-first into the dining table.

The wood cracked beneath the force.

She lifted his head and smashed it down again, and again, until his skull shattered and brain matter splattered across the roasted meat still sitting on the table.

"Kill her! Kill the tiger bitch!" someone screamed.

But they couldn’t.

Sabrina was a whirlwind of claws, teeth, and raw violence. Every movement was lethal. Every strike ended a life.

Blood pooled on the stone floor. Bodies piled up around her.

Meanwhile, Tianlong stood perfectly still on the dining table, scratching his chin thoughtfully as he watched the carnage unfold.

He muttered to himself, almost amused, "This is the reason why I brought you, my Sabrina."