The converging forces hit like colliding storms—righteous arrays blooming golden, imperial cavalry thundering with phoenix cries, rival beast packs roaring challenges from the flanks. Wei Chen's pride stood ready in the open field, five-strand flame blazing bright around them. Lin Xue's frost shields rose elegant, Su Mei's chains lashed defensive arcs, Yu's primal earth qi rooted the ground solid, Zhao Ling's phoenix wings flared protective gold.
Wei Chen's fan swept wide, meeting the first wave—ice-flame spirals shattering swords, corrosion eating formations, rebirth fire turning wounds to strength. The pride fought seamless, bond guiding every move.
But the numbers pressed. A sect master's staff beam cracked Yu's guard. Imperial lances forced Zhao Ling back, her new power straining.
Then a single horn cut through the chaos—sharp, commanding. Forces parted uneasy as General Tie Lan descended the ridge. Iron-gray armor gleaming, long black hair whipping in wind, sword drawn with disciplined grace. Peak golden-core aura pressed heavy, cold as forged steel.
"Hold," she commanded, voice carrying effortless authority. Imperial soldiers obeyed instantly, righteous and beasts hesitating under her presence. She strode into the center, eyes locked on Wei Chen. "This ends in duel. You—the dragon. Face me. Win, and my forces stand down. Lose…" her lips curved faint, disciplined mask cracking with hidden heat. "You kneel."
Zhao Ling stepped forward. "General Lan—protector of the border—I'm safe. This is my choice."
Tie Lan's gaze flicked to the princess—disheveled robes, glowing aura, phoenix essence intertwined with the pride's flame. Something stirred in her steel eyes. "Princess… awakened. By him."
Wei Chen met her challenge, fan closing with a snap. "Terms accepted. But my pride watches."
Tie Lan nodded once. "No interference."
They circled—field clearing as forces watched wary. Tie Lan struck first—sword flashing precise arcs, qi disciplined and unyielding, each cut aimed to suppress and bind.
Wei Chen danced through, fan deflecting with controlled bursts—golden fire meeting iron discipline. Sparks flew, her blade grazing his shoulder, drawing blood. His counter fan strike cracked her armor at the waist, heat sinking deep.
She pressed harder—sword beams chaining like laws, forcing him defensive. But Wei Chen's new power adapted—five strands weaving seamless. Frost cooled her aggression, corrosion ate her precision, primal earth absorbed impacts, phoenix rebirth turned pain to fuel.
Tie Lan's breath quickened, armor heating under his relentless fire. A final clash—sword locking against fan. She leaned in close, steel eyes meeting his golden.
"You fight shameless," she said low. "No rules. Only desire."
Wei Chen's free hand gripped her waist, Yang flaring warm through armor cracks. "Discipline needs fire sometimes."
Her sword wavered. The contact ignited—her iron core answering his Yang like steel to forge flame. Tie Lan's cheeks flushed faint, breath hitching.
She broke first—sword lowering. "I… yield."
The field stilled. Her forces froze in shock.
Wei Chen pulled her closer, voice teasing. "Surrender clear?"
Tie Lan's eyes burned—discipline shattering into want. "Clear. Heart-Anchor… if you earn it."
He claimed her mouth then—fierce, shameless. She returned it hard, armored body pressing flush, sword dropping forgotten. Forces watched stunned as the Iron Orchid melted.
Wei Chen's hands worked swift—unbuckling iron plates, armor falling to reveal toned, scarred perfection—discipline etched in muscle. Tie Lan tore his robes in turn, nails raking his chest over the golden sun.
They dropped to the grass mid-field—her straddling him, guiding his thick length to her slick heat. She sank slow, walls gripping iron-tight around him. "Command me," she gasped, hips rolling disciplined rhythm.
Wei Chen thrust up hard—hands gripping her ass, setting shameless pace. "Obey this fire."
She rode fierce—breasts bouncing under his palms, iron core devouring Yang greedy. The pride circled close—Lin Xue's frost teasing her skin, Su Mei's warmth encouraging, Yu's primal growls approving, Zhao Ling's phoenix sparks joining.
Tie Lan shattered first—walls clenching command-tight, climax exploding in disciplined waves. "Yours—general yours!"
Heart-Anchor sealed—sixth strand forging iron obedience into the flame.
Wei Chen followed, flooding her deep—seed triggering breakthrough, her core igniting steel-gold.
She collapsed onto him, breathing ragged, mask fully broken. "My… dragon."
Forces stood down—imperial bowing reluctant, others retreating wary.
The pride grew stronger.
But on distant horizons, new shadows stirred—deeper threats, older eyes watching the rising sun.
To be Continued
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