"Kill him!! Kill him for this Emperor!"
A furious roar, like the wrath of a deity, shook the heavens and earth, causing the winds and clouds to shift and the mountains to tremble.
The very fabric of this realm quivered under the rage of the Thirteenth Ancestor.
Now, the Thirteenth Ancestor was beyond furious. An Emperor must never be disrespected lightly, for every Quasi-Emperor stood at the pinnacle of their era, towering above all others.
He no longer cared whether Gu Qingfeng’s death would affect the Great Struggle of the Epoch. After all, his earlier considerations had merely been speculation.
Gu Qingfeng’s death might make it harder for the Outer Demons to find their way, but it wasn’t certain. Once the Great Struggle of the Epoch had begun, it was unlikely to end prematurely.
Originally, saving Gu Qingfeng had been nothing more than a casual act, a precautionary measure.
But since the man had the audacity to defy him, if he didn’t act now, where would the dignity of a Quasi-Emperor stand?
The assembled Supreme Beings shuddered under the Thirteenth Ancestor’s fury, even though it wasn’t directed at them.
They looked at Gu Qingfeng with complex expressions. Not just anyone dared provoke a Quasi-Emperor.
Yet Gu Qingfeng remained utterly unbothered, his gaze disdainful, his tone dripping with arrogance as he sneered, "Truly worthy of a cowardly turtle, hiding in your shell even after being insulted to your face. With such a spineless mentality, what difference does it make if the Great Struggle of the Epoch arrives?
In the previous era, countless Quasi-Emperors fought to the death without regret. But you? You retreated, clinging to life, eagerly awaiting the next era, even secretly laughing at those Quasi-Emperors as fools—thinking they were idiots for throwing their lives away when the odds were impossible, instead of preserving themselves wisely.
But what you didn’t realize is that those Quasi-Emperors couldn’t even be bothered to spare you a glance. To them, death wasn’t terrifying. What was truly terrifying was losing their indomitable spirit. The Path of the Emperor is a road for the solitary and the brave. Only by casting aside fear, advancing without retreat, could they stand against the geniuses of all races.
Because they knew—to retreat was to die. To take even a single step back was to kill their own invincible will.
But you retreated. So you died. You died long ago on the Path of the Emperor in the last era. What remains now is nothing but a husk, barely clinging to existence.
You retreated in the last era, and now, even when someone curses you to your face, you retreat again.
A worthless coward like you, what does it matter if you possess the cultivation of a Quasi-Emperor?
Living another era just means repeating the same failure all over again."
The Supreme Beings stood petrified, staring dumbfounded at Gu Qingfeng as he hurled insults at a Quasi-Emperor. His words struck them like divine thunder, shaking their very souls.
Each syllable was like a needle, piercing deep into the Thirteenth Ancestor’s heart. Within the crystalline seal, the Ancestor’s eyes turned bloodshot, veins bulging like crimson webs.
"This Emperor did not retreat! This Emperor was merely unlucky!!!"
His furious roar shook the nine heavens and ten earths, as if refuting Gu Qingfeng’s words—or perhaps trying to convince himself.
"Keh keh keh..." Gu Qingfeng threw his head back in laughter, his eyes brimming with scorn. "What you call luck is nothing but the humble words of the strong and the excuse of the weak. A loser should know their place. Crawl back into your coffin and live like the maggot you are. Spare the world your disgrace."
His laughter grew even more derisive, his gaze sweeping across the heavens as if the entire world lay trampled beneath his feet.
The Supreme Beings watched his demonic silhouette, their hearts quaking. The image of that black-robed, black-haired, black-eyed figure burned itself into their minds forever.
BOOM!
A blinding divine light erupted from the depths of the Heavenly Court, piercing the sky as if tearing a hole through the firmament.
RUMBLE—
The earth quaked violently, as if struck by a cataclysmic tremor.
Countless cracks spiderwebbed through the void.
A terrifying Emperor’s might erupted like a volcanic explosion, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten earths.
The Thirteenth Ancestor had finally been forced out.
At this moment, not just the Supreme Beings, but the entire Cangming Realm—across its ten thousand domains—felt the overwhelming pressure of this Emperor’s aura. Countless beings, countless experts, were roused from their slumber, their gazes turning toward the Heavenly Court.
"Has the Path of the Emperor opened? Why has a Quasi-Emperor emerged so soon?"
"No, the Path remains closed. This Emperor’s aura is filled with boundless fury. It seems this Quasi-Emperor has awakened prematurely for some reason."
"Prematurely?! With the Path of the Emperor so close, awakening now means throwing away hundreds of thousands of years of waiting! How could someone with such weak resolve even reach Quasi-Emperor?"
"This Emperor is more curious—who could possibly provoke a Quasi-Emperor into awakening at such a cost?"
Whispers spread among the ancient beings hidden across the ten thousand domains, all turning their attention to the Heavenly Court in fascination.
......
A figure shrouded in boundless Emperor’s might stood towering in the void, his presence as vast as a mountain, his aura wild and domineering.
Like a god descending upon the mortal world, he inspired such terror that those who saw him nearly dropped to their knees in worship.
"Thirteenth Ancestor!" Fu Yangxi’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the man. Never had he imagined the Thirteenth Ancestor would truly awaken prematurely.
Everyone knew what this meant—hundreds of thousands of years of patience, wasted. It meant his lifespan was now dwindling, that he had abandoned the Path of the Emperor.
Even so, he had emerged. Unless he could find the Elixir of Immortality, death was inevitable.
For the first time, Fu Yangxi realized there existed another weapon in this world, one no less powerful than brute strength—words.
When wielded skillfully, words could rival, even surpass, sheer force. After all, ordinary power couldn’t kill a Quasi-Emperor.
But Gu Qingfeng’s words had done just that.
"Oh? You actually dared to come out." Gu Qingfeng smirked, looking the Thirteenth Ancestor up and down without a trace of fear.
The Thirteenth Ancestor met his gaze, his eyes deep as an ocean of divine might. Strangely, there was no anger left in them. No one knew what internal struggle he had undergone in that brief moment.
It was as if, the instant he broke free of his seal and touched the world again, something within him had transformed.
"You spoke the truth."
The Thirteenth Ancestor’s calm voice resonated across the land.
"In the last era, I retreated. I survived, and I reveled in it—because even the Heavenly Emperor died, yet I still lived.
The Heavenly Emperor, who commanded the Mandate of Heaven, was too powerful to seal himself away like I did. In that, I surpassed him.
But the joke was on me. While I mocked others, those very people never even spared me a glance. It was nothing but the delusion of a loser.
Gu Qingfeng, I thank you. Your words woke me. You made me realize that without an indomitable will, even if the Path of the Emperor opens, I would only repeat my failure. So I emerged. Even if it costs me my life, I refuse to let my spirit die.
In the last era, I retreated. But in this era, I will not take a single step back.
To repay your reminder, I will send you on your way with my strongest technique."
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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】
] [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!"
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!
