A streak of extremely overbearing dark gold fire erupted violently from Xue Jianming's seven orifices without any warning!
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
A miserable shriek that did not sound human at all instantly tore through the roar of the upside-down sword waterfall.
The terrifyingly high temperature of the Great Sun True Fire, carrying true soul damage, followed the devouring secret technique he was so proud of.
It instantly flowed upstream, ruthlessly burning through his internal organs and meridians from the inside out!
The indestructible Blood-Devouring Sword Formation collapsed like a deflating balloon the moment its formation core was incinerated.
The sky full of scarlet sword qi scattered and collapsed, forcefully tearing open a sword qi vacuum of ten zhang in radius within this chaotic void.
In the exact same breath the formation shattered.
A flash of extremely cold light passed through Gu Yang's profound black eyes.
The translucent five-colored chaotic lotus platform beneath his feet suddenly erupted with blinding light.
He was like a weightless gray lightning bolt, instantly cutting into that brief sword qi vacuum.
Xue Jianming's entire body burned with dark gold flowing flames, rolling and convulsing in agony in the void.
"Save... save me... I am from the Supreme..."
Gu Yang's footsteps did not pause in the slightest.
He did not even look down at this dying man, passing by Xue Jianming like a ghost.
Forming a knife with two fingers of one hand, he casually swiped backward.
"Pfft."
A fine head burning with dark gold flames shot into the sky, carrying an expression of extreme terror.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror. Before even a single drop of blood could spray out, it was completely vaporized by the high temperature.
The Great Sun True Fire overbearingly erased all traces of aura.
Even the life tablet tracking restriction planted deep within Xue Jianming's soul by the Supreme Sword Sect was burned into absolute nothingness.
Not leaving a single trace of karma.
Gu Yang's finger hooked smoothly along the way.
A storage ring emitting an ancient luster fell into his palm, which was covered in rough, thin calluses.
At the same time.
That headless, broken body was rapidly expanding under the burning of the Great Sun True Fire.
Gu Yang raised his cheap gray cloth boot and coldly kicked the remnants of the body that was about to explode.
"Boom!!!"
A muffled explosion of flesh and blood boomed below.
The violent recoil shockwave acted like a pair of invisible hands.
Relying on this violent thrust, Gu Yang's figure rose again in the upside-down void in an incredibly unbelievable manner.
He reached back with a backhand grab.
He precisely wrapped his arm around the slender waist of Su Lingyan, who was in a state of weightlessness and caught in extreme shock and bewilderment.
With his other hand, he roughly grabbed the collar of Lan Caidie below.
He firmly confined the two soft, delicate bodies, which exuded completely different faint fragrances, by his side.
Su Lingyan was held tightly by Gu Yang's powerful arm.
The rough hemp cloth heavily rubbed against the bloodstains on her cold white skin, bringing a suffocating shiver.
Her light glass-colored eyes stared fixedly at Gu Yang's cold side profile, which was close at hand and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Her mind was filled with his overbearing figure from just now, treating all things like worthless grass, turning a desperate situation into a slaughterhouse with a flip of his hand.
He did not abandon her.
He just... treated her as an extremely handy killing weapon that could be controlled at any time.
Her fragile neck went limp uncontrollably.
Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes looked straight ahead, completely ignoring the fully fallen psychological defenses of the female cultivator in his arms.
Stepping on the aftermath of Xue Jianming's explosion, he took advantage of the fact that the sword qi vacuum had not yet closed.
Like a gray sharp blade tearing through the long night, he charged violently toward the void rift at the very top of the upside-down sword waterfall.
...
The violent counter-current astral winds emitted a miserable howl like ten thousand crying ghosts near the very top of the void rift.
Gu Yang stepped on the edge of the last huge upside-down floating island and stopped.
In the extremely blinding silver water mist, a fist-sized stone with a profound and dark color quietly hovered right in the center of the void rift.
The Boundless Void Nether Stone.
The space around it twisted violently like boiling water, and even light would be ruthlessly devoured when it got close.
And on the rubble dozens of zhang below the Void Nether Stone.
Two groups of true disciples wearing the robes of the Supreme Sword Sect were at daggers drawn.
The leader was exactly the peerlessly beautiful female cultivator who had shattered the floating island with a single sword strike earlier, triggering a tsunami of sword qi.
Her hair was messy at the moment, and the transparent flying sword exuding terrifying pressure was dripping dazzling blood.
"Junior Brother Zhao, I found this Boundless Void Nether Stone first. You dare snatch it from me?"
The peerlessly beautiful female cultivator's voice was extremely cold and stern, and a Taiji sword diagram revolved madly behind her.
Opposite her, a male cultivator with a gloomy face sneered repeatedly.
"Opportunities in the secret realm belong to the capable. If Senior Sister were at her peak, I would naturally retreat. But that sword strike just now consumed seventy percent of your spiritual energy, right?"
Before his voice died away, the three lackeys behind him scattered with extreme tacit understanding, forming a triangular killing sword formation that firmly trapped the female cultivator in the center.
Gu Yang stood in the shadows hundreds of zhang away, his profound black eyes like a dry well.
The seventh-tier Dao platform, Exquisite Illusion-Breaking, circulated silently in his sea of consciousness.
His gaze casually penetrated layers of silver water mist and landed on the back of an extremely hidden upside-down reef below the female cultivator.
There, a blurry black shadow looking like rotten meat was lying prone.
Mo Bufan.
This hidden inheritor of the Blood River Sect was simply in a miserable state to the extreme at this moment.
His washed-out green clothes were already glued to his flesh and blood. His left arm was severed at the root, with ghastly white bone stubs exposed to the air.
His entire body was covered in rolled-up flesh and blood sliced by sword qi, and the strong smell of blood was firmly suppressed by him using some secret technique.
But in his bloodshot eyes, an extremely crazy and greedy dark light flickered.
"Old Ghost, are you sure this route can even bypass the barrier of the Supreme Sword Sect?" Mo Bufan roared extremely weakly in his sea of consciousness.
The Blood River Demon Venerable's old, sinister voice carried a trace of arrogance: "Jie jie jie... What do these juniors know about void formation patterns?"
"As long as those idiots above make a move, you will have three breaths of time to seize the Void Nether Stone!"
Above.
The gloomy male cultivator waved his hand with extreme impatience. The three lackeys instantly activated the sword formation, and the sky full of sword light ruthlessly strangled toward the peerlessly beautiful female cultivator like a prison.
"You dare!" The female cultivator's eyes widened in fury as she was forced to raise her sword to block.
The gloomy male cultivator laughed wildly. Stomping on the void, his whole person lunged crazily toward the hovering Boundless Void Nether Stone like a greedy, starving wolf.
Now is the time.
A flash of extremely cold light passed through the depths of Gu Yang's eyes.
He did not draw his sword. He just casually raised his right hand and, under the cover of his coarse gray sleeve, flicked his finger.
A spark of dark gold fire, so faint that it could not be caught by the naked eye, acted like a phantom tearing through the void.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
