The scaled professor hissed, moving toward them.
The wood-being rose as well, bark creaking. "Release her this instant—!"
Tianlong's free hand moved to his robes. He pulled the fabric aside, and his cock sprang free.
Nine inches of thick, veined shaft—already rock-hard and glistening with dried fluids from their previous encounters. The swollen head was dark red, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
Every professor froze mid-step, eyes widening at the sight.
"You dare—!" The mana-professor's form flickered with rage.
Tianlong looked at them all with cold crimson eyes.
"Kneel."
The single word carried such weight that the air itself seemed to compress.
WHOOOM—
A pressure wave of pure Qi exploded outward from his body. It wasn't violent—there was no wind, no visible force—but the sheer magnitude of power crashed over every professor like a physical blow.
