A giant tentacle radiating a seven-colored halo lashed out viciously from below with extreme brutality.
Half of the grand array's barrier could not even hold on for half a breath before it shattered into a sky full of spiritual light fragments.
"Ah—!"
The five disciples of the Dao One Sect, who were in the midst of bleeding themselves, did not even have time to let out a scream.
They were directly crushed into five glaring masses of bloody flesh by the frenzied tentacle, their divine souls completely shattered.
Amidst the sky full of blood rain.
Ye Chen's spotless, snow-white brocade robe was splashed with a few drops of foul blood.
He violently retreated several feet, and that perfect face which always wore a gentle smile finally completely twisted and tore!
"Who did this? Who exactly ruined this Dao Child's plan?!"
Ye Chen's eyes, like poison
Her chest violently smashed against the ground, ruthlessly squeezing the last breath of air from her lungs.
Blood frantically gushed from her bitten red lips, dyeing the mirror surface that reflected the sky.
But what was even more suffocating than the physical agony was the absolute crushing suppression coming from the depths of her soul, like a dimensional strike.
Ji Shuanghua's pupils suddenly lost their focus.
Her stunningly beautiful face, covered in blood and cold sweat, was pressed firmly against the freezing colored glaze.
In her mind, the flawless sword heart that represented her life of aloof pride was instantly covered in dense, spiderweb-like cracks under this single stomp.
Why?
I am an aloof sword immortal, I am a high and mighty heaven's chosen.
Beneath this man's foot, why was even my dignity as a human being completely stripped away, only fit to be reduced to a stepping stone for him to borrow strength?
Humiliation, anger, despair.
These emotions frantically intertwined and collided within her sea of consciousness.
However.
When that extreme masculine, domineering, and tyrannical sun blood energy transmitted through the sole of Gu Yang's boot and brutally rushed into her freezing bone marrow.
An extremely absurd and twisted sensation, one that made her body tremble uncontrollably, suddenly detonated!
Too strong.
That kind of absolute power, which required no flashy spells and relied solely on pure physical violence to completely crush everything she took pride in.
Like the most violent poison, it pierced with pinpoint accuracy into that suppressed soul of hers that had been imprisoned by aloofness for years.
A trace of extremely sickly crimson surged within Ji Shuanghua's originally cold eyes.
She did not struggle.
Her bloodstained fingers even dug fiercely into the glazed mirror surface.
Her nose, beaded with cold sweat, panted rapidly, and an extremely suppressed, even slightly sweet moan escaped from her throat.
Her hidden attribute, under Gu Yang's merciless trample, completely awakened!
"Buzz—!"
An unprecedentedly terrifying sword intent erupted from Ji Shuanghua's nearly limp body.
But that was absolutely not the pure and flawless frost-white sword intent of the Supreme Sword Sect.
It was a twisted product mixed with extreme humiliation, sickly submission, and an infinite infatuation with Gu Yang's domineering power.
Amidst the extreme cold, there was a nauseating stickiness and madness.
Black Frost Sword Hell!
Pitch-black frost, like countless twisting venomous snakes, frantically spread outward along Ji Shuanghua's body.
They did not attack Gu Yang.
Instead, like the lowliest of servants, they flatteringly avoided that tall, grey figure.
Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes did not even show the slightest ripple.
He did not even look down at the stunningly beautiful female cultivator beneath his feet who was undergoing a sickly nirvana.
The notification sound of triggering a task condition flashed through his sea of consciousness, only to be coldly blocked by him.
"Bang—!!!"
The muscles in Gu Yang's thighs instantly bulged to their limits.
Borrowing the extreme recoil from crushing the joints of Ji Shuanghua's spine.
He was like a dark gold cannonball tearing through the sound barrier.
Pulling an extremely ear-piercing, shrill sonic boom through the air, he charged straight toward the frenzied hundred-tier inner demon ahead!
And in the exact same breath that Gu Yang took to the air.
Ji Shuanghua's completely mutated Black Frost Sword Hell, like a black plague, frantically expanded in all directions.
As coincidence would have it.
It struck right at Ye Chen's riddled Righteous Aura Array hundreds of feet away!
Ye Chen was currently holding up the Mercy sword, struggling bitterly to fend off the hundred-tier inner demon's frenzied tentacles.
That hypocritical mask had long been torn away, his face covered in hideous bulging veins.
"Block it for me! Righteousness lasts forever!"
He frantically squeezed out the formation's last trace of pure yang righteous aura, attempting to form a turtle shell.
However.
The moment Ji Shuanghua's extremely twisted black frost sword intent, filled with sickly submission and cold demonic thoughts, touched the righteous aura.
"Sizzle—Boom!!!"
Like violently pouring the most concentrated boiling sulfuric acid over a piece of fresh raw meat.
These two diametrically opposed and utterly extreme energies produced the most fatal rejection and neutralization reaction!
Ye Chen's proud utmost rigidity and purity.
In front of Ji Shuanghua's absolute utmost baseness that had discarded all dignity and only sought to be trampled, it was simply as fragile as a single blow.
"What the hell is this thing?!"
Ye Chen let out an incredibly shrill cry of terror.
He watched helplessly as his layer of pure white righteous barrier, like thin wax in a raging fire, was instantly dyed pitch black.
Then, it corroded and dissolved in massive swaths.
Turning into pools of foul-smelling black pus that dripped onto the glazed mirror surface.
His trump card was completely and absurdly stripped away.
Losing the protection of the array, Ye Chen's frail body was unreservedly exposed beneath the butcher's knife of the hundred-tier inner demon.
"No! I am the Child of Destiny! How could I die here!"
Ye Chen's eyes nearly split open as he swung his longsword in despair.
But the frenzied hundred-tier great demon gave him absolutely no chance to catch his breath.
A thick, seven-colored glazed tentacle brutally shattered his sword light.
"Bang!"
Like a fly with broken wings, Ye Chen wildly spurted blood as he was viciously smashed deep into the extremely hard glazed ground layer.
And all this chaos.
Was merely to pave an absolutely unobstructed path of death for that grey figure.
In midair.
Gu Yang's figure had already closed in on the hundred-tier inner demon's massive, mountain-like torso.
The extremely chaotic seven-colored halo and bloody wind made his coarse grey hemp garments flutter wildly.
His deep black eyes stared fixedly at a spot three inches below the inner demon's left rib.
That reversed scale core, which had been completely exposed due to attacking Ye Chen, was beating violently.
No hesitation.
No probing.
Gu Yang's right hand, bearing rough calluses, suddenly formed a knife with its fingers.
The cultivation route of the Great Sun Heaven Burning Sutra reversed frantically within his meridians.
A trace of dark gold flowing flame, extremely compressed and as profound as a black hole, suddenly condensed at his fingertips.
From the corner of his eye, Ye Chen firmly caught sight of that afterimage cutting into the battlefield like a streak of grey lightning.
His supreme serendipity that he had painstakingly plotted for years, that flawless glazed heart which was so close at hand.
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?"
] [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!"
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...
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
