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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
