Two extremely pitch-black, viscous masses of liquid exuding bone-piercing coldness suddenly coalesced, like evil spirits breaking out of their cocoons, into two Mirror Shadow Heart Demons identical to them.
Squelch!
In the incredibly brief moment of their encounter, an independent cultivator's chest was brutally pierced barehanded by his own inner demon.
Just as the blood-drenched demon was about to devour the heart, it suddenly turned its featureless, pitch-black head and fixed its gaze on Gu Yang, who was charging forward like a raging hurricane.
He had no spiritual energy, but the extreme yang vitality boiling within Gu Yang's body like a primordial giant dragon was simply the most blinding torch in the dark night.
Roar—!
The two Mirror Shadow Heart Demons, comparable to late Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, let out an extremely greedy shriek and transformed into two pitch-black afterimages, lunging viciously toward Gu Yang!
Watch out!
Su Lingyan, who was being carried upside down, felt her pupils shrink as she subconsciously cried out in alarm.
She knew all too well the terror of such bizarre and evil entities. Without magical treasures or spiritual energy to protect him, relying purely on his physical body, how could he possibly block claws capable of tearing through metal?!
However.
Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes showed not a ripple of emotion, and his charging footsteps did not pause in the slightest.
Facing those two pitch-black afterimages.
He ruthlessly raised his free, calloused hand.
There were no techniques, no flashy sword arts.
There was only absolute, pure violence stripped of all skill.
Bang—!!!
A sickening, muffled sound of flesh and blood echoed.
Gu Yang's large, bony hand, like an unshakable war hammer, violently gripped the head of the first heart demon.
He did not use a single trace of the Great Sun True Fire.
Relying merely on the terrifying grip strength of his Ancient Extreme Yang Body, his five fingers squeezed inward with tyrannical force.
Crack—Splat!
That demon's head, as hard as a top-tier defensive magical artifact, was like an overripe watermelon in Gu Yang's hand.
It was casually and brutally crushed into a shower of splattering black fluid!
Before the headless demon corpse could even fall.
Gu Yang's figure had already brushed past it.
His coarse cloth boot stomped forward brutally, and his broad shoulder, like the collapsing Mount Tai, fiercely slammed into the chest of the second heart demon.
Boom—!
Amidst the teeth-aching sound of shattering bones.
That late Foundation Establishment stage heart demon had its chest cavity completely caved in by this incredibly furious, pure physical force.
Its entire body flew backward like a cannonball, carving a terrifying trench dozens of feet long across the smooth, glass-like mirror surface.
Clean, swift, and utterly primal.
It was an extremely savage aesthetic of violence that discarded all the lofty spells of immortal cultivators.
Lan Caidie, pressed tightly against Gu Yang's chest, witnessed this incredibly bloody barehanded slaughter up close.
A sickeningly excited flush instantly surged onto her alluring face.
That pure masculine hormone, mixed with the primal violence of tearing flesh.
Acted like the most potent poison, piercing with absolute precision into her twisted heart that had been tormented by cold Gu poison for years.
M-Master...
Lan Caidie panted heavily, her warm, moist breath spraying unreservedly against the crook of Gu Yang's neck.
Beneath her torn purple dress, large patches of her cold, pale, and smooth skin flushed an enticing pink from extreme trembling; she could not even feel the slightest pain from the bumpy ride.
And on the other side.
Su Lingyan, dangling from Gu Yang's hand, was completely stunned.
Her light glass-colored eyes reflected Gu Yang's cold profile, which showed not a hint of emotional fluctuation.
Her mind was filled entirely with the terrifying image of him crushing a Foundation Establishment demon with his bare hands just moments ago.
It was too pale in comparison.
The Tianhe Sword Art she was so proud of, the Heaven-tier demonic sword within her body that her sect considered a trump card.
In front of this terrifying physical body that seemed to have walked out of the primordial wilderness, they were as ridiculous as toys in a child's hands.
The massive shock of having all her understanding overturned, accompanied by her extremely humiliating posture.
Acted like a heavy hammer, smashing the last shred of aloofness deep within her heart to pieces.
Gu Yang's footsteps were like those of an emotionless killing machine, advancing steadily yet furiously across the smooth mirror surface.
His rough fingers tightly gripped the back of Su Lingyan's neck.
Every minute bulge of his muscles made her fragile neck feel a terrifying power capable of snapping it in half.
She breathed rapidly, her sweat-beaded nose rubbing against his coarse linen clothes.
For some unknown reason.
Amidst this extreme humiliation of being treated as roughly as a ragged sack.
A highly absurd and secret sense of dependency actually sprouted from the depths of Su Lingyan's deadened heart.
In this cannibalistic cage of the cultivation world, in this deadly desert fraught with danger.
Being able to cling tightly to this warm body possessing absolute power.
Even if he merely dragged her along as a worthless burden.
Was far more intoxicating than sitting on the cold altar of the Tianhe Sword Sect, as an exquisite porcelain doll constantly waiting to have her heart carved out and her blood drained.
Gu Yang's abyssal black eyes stared straight at the sky-filling sandstorm at the end of the horizon.
Completely ignoring the sick, divergent yet ultimately similar sinking of the two stunning beauties beside him.
He calmly calculated the distance and time in his mind.
The gray afterimage, like a blunt heavy sword tearing apart heaven and earth.
Left a violent, shocking bloody trail on the endless glass-like mirror surface.
Heading straight for the top-secret coordinates in the deepest part of the desert.
In the hinterland of the Mirror Shadowless Desert.
Under the extremely blinding glare, a pure white hemispherical array spanning a hundred feet sat like a giant jade bowl inverted on the glass mirror surface.
The Array of Noble Righteousness.
Right in the center of the array.
The Dao Child of the Daoyi Sect, Ye Chen.
He wore a snow-white brocade robe without a single impurity, the hem ironed perfectly without a single crease, as if even this cannibalistic death trap was unworthy of tainting his spotless elegance.
His handsome face, akin to warm jade, wore a look of profound sorrow and determination, full of compassion for the world.
Junior brothers, hold on for another half an incense stick of time. Our Daoyi Sect will absolutely never abandon any fellow disciple.
Ye Chen's voice was gentle and mellow, like a passing spring breeze, exuding an aura of noble righteousness that made people willingly lay down their lives for him.
The five orthodox disciples surrounding him currently had haggard faces, looking like ghouls.
They were moved to tears and resolutely slit their own wrists.
Their scalding lifeblood flowed like trickling streams, pouring unreservedly into the array patterns beneath their feet.
To be able to protect the Dao Child, we die without regrets!
What touching orthodox camaraderie.
However.
Deep within those gentle eyes that everyone revered as divine, a cold, precise calculation flashed secretively like a venomous snake.
He only appeared to be using the array to shelter these useless trash.
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?"
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