“Want to kill me? Then come on, someone with guts!”
“Who's going first?”
“You? You? Or you?” Su Ze lifted his smile, pointing at a group of contestants who were on high alert.
Despite being severely injured, Su Ze, in the eyes of the crowd, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. However, his smile strangely conveyed a sense of terror and extreme danger!
Just like a gravely injured tiger, even if it was on the brink of death and surrounded by wolves, its roar would still shake the heavens and make the wolves tremble with fear!
“Not a single one with guts,” Su Ze said, shouldering the [Ghost Slaughter Infant], tilting his head, and smiling dangerously, almost maniacally.
His smile gradually faded, and with a blank expression, he charged into the crowd!
He no longer had any reservations, fighting with full force!
The battlefield became even more chaotic.
Red muscle tissue oozed blood, and the skin peeling off Su Ze's face made him look terrifying!
“Crazy!” someone cursed.
Su Ze was now like a mad beast, disregarding all consequences, his blank expression charging into the crowd, his sharp claws and fangs ripping apart his enemies with wild abandon!
Blood rained down, space shattered, and bodies continuously fell from the sky.
“Join forces! Kill him first!” someone shouted.
The initially chaotic battlefield began to unite, all turning their weapons towards Su Ze!
But Su Ze was like a demon god. The battlefield he was in had more than three contestants, making those who joined forces hesitate. They dared not use their full strength, fearing friendly fire!
Su Ze, however, had no such concerns. He only needed to take as many people with him as possible before his death. That way, it wasn't a bad deal!
A straight sword slashed diagonally from the sky, suddenly cutting through the laws' restrictions that surrounded Su Ze and three other contestants!
Su Ze's pupils contracted, and he suddenly turned his head to see Mo Ziang, with huge black wings, flapping his wings and appearing by his side!
“Go!”
Mo Ziang grabbed his shoulder and rushed towards the broken gap!
But even so, the laws' restrictions almost instantly resealed!
The contestants hadn't expected Mo Ziang to return!
In a surprise move, he tore apart their barrier!
When Mo Ziang returned, they naturally focused on reinforcing the barrier. They stabilized it!
“Heaven-Turning Seal!”
A dazzling palm pressed down from the sky, smashing the outer restrictions to pieces!
But the inner laws' restrictions remained unbreakable!
No matter how Su Ze and Mo Ziang attacked, they only broke a few restrictions. Meanwhile, the contestants closed in!
Mo Ziang and Su Ze took a deep breath, both facing the contestants. It was a definite death scenario!
Outside the battlefield, Xuanyuan Jin's eyes went blank for a moment before he turned and ran!
He wasn’t afraid of death. He was the last hope of Huaxia. If he didn’t take the laws back, the loss for Huaxia would be immeasurable.
With a single slash, Mo Ziang's entire arm was cut off by a contestant!
Mo Ziang, in turn, pierced the opponent's head with his sword!
His consciousness had already faded, and his sword ‘clanked’ to the ground. Just the sound awakened his combat instincts, and he quickly picked up the sword.
He wandered aimlessly in the battlefield, like a puppet.
Another slash, and his other arm fell to the ground. Mo Ziang stood there, still as a wooden doll.
The contestant aimed for his throat, slashing down!
A cold flash of the blade, blood splattered, and a head flew!
But it wasn’t Mo Ziang’s head. Mo Ziang lowered his head, looking at the sneak attacker’s head rolling on the ground, staring wide-eyed at him in disbelief!
After prolonged battle and mental exhaustion, he gradually regained his senses.
A massive flash of sword light swept across the sky!
The magnificent laws' restrictions shattered instantly!
The contestants were shocked. This was their collective effort to set up the restrictions, yet it was destroyed in just one slash!
Su Ze, whose face was numb from killing, lifted a delighted smile!
He rushed over, grabbed Mo Ziang, and fled at the fastest speed possible!
Without the restrictions, it was difficult for the crowd to catch up with Su Ze!
Just as the contestants wanted to chase and intercept them,
“Collapse.”
With a single command, the space where the contestants were instantly turned upside down! The space shattered like an iPhone dropped from the sixteenth floor!
In an instant, more than half of the contestants were killed!
Their torn bodies fell to the ground.
A young man carrying a long sword entered the battlefield, his black coat flapping in the wind.
Su Ze and Mo Ziang were slightly shocked as they turned back. They recognized him—it was the young man they met for the first time in the tower!
They couldn’t understand why this young man would save them.
Soon, they got their answer.
“I’m Shi Yu. And just like Li Wentong, I owe Huaxia. Now, it’s all repaid!”
As his words fell, the young man named Shi Yu slowly brought down his long sword.
The sky collapsed, the earth split!
Even the god-built buildings crumbled!
A massive wave of law energy destroyed everything within several thousand meters! Shi Yu greedily absorbed the laws from the contestants.
A few seconds later, Shi Yu disappeared, leaving only a massive crater in the battlefield, as if a nuclear bomb had exploded!
“Amazing!” Xuanyuan Jin exclaimed in shock from a distance.
“What… does he owe us?” Su Ze was a bit stunned.
But he couldn’t help feeling a wave of fear. Just two moves, and he had wiped out all the contestants and even destroyed the god’s structure!
The priority now wasn’t to marvel. Xuanyuan Jin ran over, now having only one arm, supporting the one-armed Mo Ziang, while Su Ze supported him from the other side.
The three of them helped each other to a ruined house.
Su Ze took out a medical kit from a long case to dress the wounds of the two.
The wind howled on the roof, and they knew that contestants were flying by.
They made every effort not to make a sound, not uttering a single word, and keeping their breath to a minimum.
They spent three days like this!
For three days, they didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle, only able to confirm each other’s survival by sensing each other’s breathing!
During this time, their bodies grew increasingly weak, and their energy severely depleted, causing their consciousness to become chaotic. They struggled to keep their eyes open.
Even after eating the field rations from Su Ze’s long case, it didn’t help much. That bit of energy was far too little for them.
No one wanted to speak, no one wanted to move.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
