Su City Dragon Martial.
In the Gravity Room, under 60 times gravity, Lu Chenzhou was practicing crotch skills.
Pummeling, rubbing, kneading... a set of torturous moves most people could never endure were completed.
Lu Chenzhou's face was flushed, with fire-dragon-like breath spurting from nose and mouth, warping the surrounding void.
A golden luster surged from his crotch, forming a layer of invisible yet substantial [Pure Yang Shield] barrier capable of withstanding the impact of a hundred cauldrons.
Within his Qi Sea, a Great Pill, as round and jade-like as could be, spun wildly while emitting golden haze, resembling a nuclear reactor.
Thick Yang Qi roared and rolled in his lower abdomen, as if yearning for an outlet to burst forth.
Lu Chenzhou felt restless within, like he'd just downed ten thousand tiger penises.
Involuntarily, images of beguiling figures that had appeared in illusions before flashed through his mind...
