Chapter 867: Discipline?

The Loong's body stretched on and on, curling around the lake in vast coils that sparkled with mist and energy.

Her voice filled the air, "Who dares disturb my sleep?"

Looking at the creature, Zhao Tian was amazed.

It is like a dragon, not the Western dragon with wings... it is like the Eastern dragon with a long body.

The elf dropped to one knee upon the water's surface with her spear held before her "Revered Loong, a trespasser has entered the sacred grounds. The barrier did not halt him. I invoke your judgment."

The dragon's luminous gaze shifted toward Zhao Tian, and after a moment of silence, the Loong's eyes narrowed slightly "Strange… No mortal aura clings to you. You bear the scent of something... odd."

Looking at the dragon, Zhao Tian frowned slightly "A loong?"

The Loong's horns shimmered, and the water in the lake surged violently.

Her voice resonated like a thousand waves crashing at once."Few speak to me as an equal, intruder. You are-"

The Loong tilted her massive head, her silver mane cascading down her neck.

Slowly, she coiled lower until her face hovered mere meters from Zhao Tian's.

Looking into his shimmering blue eyes, the Loong was surprised "Long white hair as pure as the snow... majestic blue eyes calm as the sea..."

"The same aura as 'her'..."

Flashes of images from centuries ago rippled through the Loong's memory, as a woman with long, white hair and blue eyes appeared in her mind.

Realizing whose presence she was standing in, the Loong lowered its head "O' Revered One... I am glad to see 'you' walking on this land again."

Turning to look at the elf, the Loong spoke "Forgive my child's rashness. The Elven Star has not seen one of your kind since the Age of Silence."

Zhao Tian nodded slightly, "No harm done. I was just taking a small walk."

The Loong's eyes closed briefly, a ripple of amusement passing over her expression "Then walk its paths in peace."

Huh? The elf woman was dumbfounded to see their Guardian deity bowing its head in front of the trespasser.

Raising her spear, she asked "What did you do to our deity, You bastard… what kind of spell did you cast on our deity!?"

Zhao Tian sighed in his heart 'Is she for real?'

A glint of anger passed through the Loong's eyes "Child, hold your tongue... how dare you raise your voice against the H-"

However, Zhao Tian raised his hand, stopping her "It's ok."

A small smile appeared on his lips 'Women like her need to be disciplined.'

As he stepped forward, her body tensed and she gripped her spear tightly.

Her lips parted as she shot forward, disappearing into a blur, and thrust her spear towards his chest.

Zhao Tian sidestepped the strike, and with the same motion, he raised his hand to grip her wrist.

The spear faltered, and with a subtle twist of his wrist, he forced her fingers to release the weapon.

It fell with a soft thud into the grass, its yin glow dimming faintly as it lay at their feet.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she recovered instantly.

She spun on her heel and lashed out with her free hand, aiming for a sharp slap at his face.

Zhao Tian tilted his head, letting the strike pass harmlessly by, and used her momentum against her.

His hand slid from her wrist to her forearm, guiding her body into a half-turn that left her back to him, leaving her naked back exposed to him.

Before she could react, he raised his other hand and delivered a sharp slap to her ass.

"Angh~"

A high-pitched yelp escaped her lips, and his hand mark was printed in red on her bare ass cheek.

Her body jolted, her breasts jiggling slightly with the impact.

A flash of anger surged through her eyes as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"How-" she muttered and lunged again, this time aiming a high kick at his chest.

Her leg sliced through the air, but Zhao Tian caught her ankle mid-kick and twisted her body gently.

Losing her balance, she stumbled, and he guided her into another half-turn with her back to him once more.

His hand came down again, delivering another sharp slap to her bare flesh, and the crisp sound resounded in the quiet night.

Her ass jiggled with the impact, and her ass reddened further under the moonlight as another involuntary "Nngh~" escaped her lips.

Her chest heaved, and her breath came in sharp, ragged bursts as she spun to face him again.

She twisted violently, trying to wrench free from his hold, her breasts swaying with the motion.

Zhao Tian released her wrist only to catch her opposite elbow, steering her balance off-center once more.

Another half-turn, fluid as a dancer's step, and she faced away again.

Realizing, she is in the same position again, her eyes widened 'No-'

*PLAH*

"Nngh~"

Another sharp slap, and the sting bloomed freshly across the tender, reddened curve.

Her hips jerked involuntarily, and her thighs trembled because of his slaps.

As he released her, she turned and again attacked him.

Zhao Tian shifted his weight and caught her incoming elbow mid-swing.

A gentle pull, a subtle pivot, and her back was to him yet again.

*PLAHH*

The slap landed lower this time, catching the sensitive under-curve where thigh met cheek.

"Haangh~"

Her knees buckled for an instant, and she fell on her knees, her fingers digging into the damp earth.

She spun once more, and her free right hand clawed for his throat.

But he intercepted it at the wrist, guiding her into the familiar half-turn.

*PLAP*

Her entire body shuddered, a fine tremor racing from her reddened cheeks to the tips of her pointed ears.

Again, she twisted, but he caught her again...

*PLAH*

This slap landed on the opposite cheek, completing the symmetry of crimson blooms.

She tried once more, and he caught both wrists this time, crossing them lightly behind her back, and turned her slowly.

*PLAH* *PLAH*

Two quick slaps, one on each blazing ass cheek.

Her head fell forward, green hair curtaining her face as the proud line of her back curved and her hips canted slightly as if offering the next strike without conscious will.

A final, trembling "Haa~" slipped from her lips, and she stopped attacking.

Zhao Tian released her wrists, and she stood there with her knees pressed together as her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps.

The Loong watched all of this and blinked her eyes with faint amusement.

Water still dripped from the elf woman's hair, tracing cool paths over heated flesh, hissing faintly where it met the burning marks.

Slowly, she straightened, crossing her arms over her chest as if to shield what little dignity remained.

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