"He summoned all the demons from the Demon-Suppressing Tower!"
The soldiers erupted into chaos, on the verge of complete disarray.
The Crown Prince was utterly panicked. He recalled the task assigned by Young Master Yin—to push Gu Qingfeng into a desperate situation and force his master to appear.
But now, after mobilizing nearly half the capital's forces, he found himself the one being cornered. How was this fair?
Gu Qingfeng looked at the horrified Crown Prince and felt nothing but boredom. This must be what it meant to feel the loneliness of invincibility.
"Dear nephew, I’ll give you one chance. Kill yourself. As for the rest of you? I have no desire for slaughter. Those who wish to live, leave now."
The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, their resolve wavering.
The Crown Prince’s face twisted in fury. "In your dreams! Attack, now!"
At his command, the army surged forward, several Dragon Transformation experts unleashing their overwhelming auras.
"Tsk." Gu Qingfeng sighed, unwilling to drag out this farce any longer. Fighting these people wouldn’t help him grow stronger—there was no benefit to be gained.
It’d be better to hurry to the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom instead.
With that thought, Gu Qingfeng drew the Wood King Sword and held it horizontally before him.
The Wood King Sword had completed its evolution. After devouring the heart of the Lightning-Struck Emperor Willow, its rank had ascended to the lower tier of Heaven Grade, now imbued with a trace of thunderous power.
Suddenly, Gu Qingfeng swung the sword.
In an instant, two opposing flames—one black, one white—erupted from his body, transforming his surroundings into extremes of blistering heat and freezing cold.
The Bone Demon Flame and the Netherworld Ghost Flame instantly coated the Wood King Sword.
"Cross-Shaped Netherworld Flame Sword!"
With a low shout, a cross-shaped slash materialized before him.
The intersecting black-and-white flames illuminated the heavens and earth, as if the world had been reduced to nothing but these two colors.
The colossal cross of fire, spanning the horizon, shot toward the Crown Prince with terrifying force, its overwhelming pressure freezing the entire army in place.
As martial artists, they could clearly sense the annihilating power contained within this strike.
The Dragon Transformation experts paled, rushing to shield the Crown Prince. They channeled every ounce of their energy, unleashing it in a desperate attempt to block the Cross-Shaped Netherworld Flame Sword.
But the moment their power clashed with the attack—
BOOM!
The opposing flames collided, triggering a violent reaction. A cataclysmic storm of energy erupted, obliterating everything in its path.
Even with multiple Dragon Transformation experts joining forces, their veins bulged as their energy rapidly drained. Yet, they could only watch helplessly as the storm inched closer, consuming them bit by bit.
This single strike combined a Heaven Grade martial technique, a Heaven Grade spirit weapon, the fusion of opposing flames, and Gu Qingfeng’s own transcendent energy.
Let it not be forgotten—Gu Qingfeng’s energy quality had already surpassed the Dragon Transformation realm, rivaling even that of a Divine Realm expert. Only the quantity fell short, but the destructive power was no less formidable.
Within moments, the weaker Dragon Transformation experts were utterly erased from existence, leaving not even ashes behind.
Just as the Crown Prince and his remaining forces faced annihilation, the prince let out a desperate scream:
"Young Master Yin, save me!"
Young Master Yin?
Gu Qingfeng’s brows furrowed. A bad premonition struck him.
Now he understood the Crown Prince’s confidence. Logically, the world knew Gu Qingfeng had the backing of a "god." So where did the prince find the audacity to challenge him?
Young Master Yin must be the key.
If he could embolden the Crown Prince to oppose a god’s disciple… did that mean Young Master Yin was also—
"Tch."
A cold chuckle echoed through the void.
Then, a figure clad in snow-white robes, with long silver hair, appeared midair, standing effortlessly upon nothingness.
"What a useless waste."
With a casual flick of his folding fan, an invisible wind surged forth, sweeping toward the storm of black-and-white flames.
Like the legendary Banana Fan extinguishing the Flaming Mountains, the raging inferno crumbled layer by layer under this single motion, dissipating into nothingness.
The Crown Prince, spared from death, erupted in manic joy.
But Gu Qingfeng’s pupils constricted. He knew full well the power behind his attack—even a peak Dragon Transformation expert shouldn’t have been able to neutralize it so effortlessly. Yet this man had dispersed it with a mere wave of his fan.
Such strength… who but a Divine Realm expert could achieve this?
"Young Master Yin, you’ve finally arrived!" the Crown Prince cried in relief.
"Silence, fool. If not for your slight usefulness and my own aversion to inconvenience, I’d have killed you first."
The Crown Prince’s face stiffened, but he dared not retort.
For a prince of the realm to be scolded like a dog by this so-called Young Master Yin—it was unprecedented.
Young Master Yin then turned his gaze to Gu Qingfeng, his eyes lazily appraising him as one would a plaything.
He even produced a wanted poster bearing Gu Qingfeng’s likeness, comparing it to the man before him.
At the sight of the poster, Gu Qingfeng’s heart sank.
This was the decree issued by the emperor, proclaiming to the world that Gu Qingfeng was the disciple of a god.
In that moment, countless thoughts raced through Gu Qingfeng’s mind.
Young Master Yin was undoubtedly a god. But according to Jue Mingzi, gods were reclusive, hiding from "them."
Yet here was Young Master Yin, flaunting his presence before the masses, even holding Gu Qingfeng’s poster…
Did that mean he was one of "them"?
Damn it!
That bastard emperor had screwed him over!
"So you’re the so-called god’s disciple, Gu Qingfeng?" Young Master Yin mused, his tone dripping with amusement.
"Who are you?" Gu Qingfeng demanded, his voice grave.
At the same time, he sent a covert message to Little Corpse Charm: "Take the demons back to the alternate dimension."
Without hesitation, Little Corpse Charm obeyed.
Young Master Yin paid no mind to their actions, as if they were mere ants beneath his notice.
His focus remained solely on Gu Qingfeng.
"You’re unworthy of knowing my identity. Here’s your chance—call your master here. Now."
That single sentence confirmed Gu Qingfeng’s suspicions. Young Master Yin was after the god. Which meant… he was indeed one of "them."
Gu Qingfeng clenched his fists, cursing inwardly:
"Damn it all! I haven’t even reached the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom yet, haven’t ascended to godhood—how is the final boss already at my doorstep?
This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!"
Based on his years of reading web novels, villains were supposed to follow a strict schedule.
If they set a three-year deadline, they wouldn’t show up a day earlier, giving the protagonist ample time to grow. They were practically models of villainous etiquette.
So why was he being denied this protagonist privilege?
Wasn’t the great calamity supposed to come in two years?
They couldn’t even give him those two years to prepare?
How dishonorable!
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
. 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!"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
