"Gentlemen, no matter how bizarre this brat is, can he really withstand our combined might? Why must we play by his rules? I say we all rush him at once and cut him down!" the Gray-robed Man snarled.
The other immortals' eyes flickered with agreement. Indeed, no matter how strange this youth was, could he truly stand against a group of immortals?
"Right! Let's attack together!" someone echoed.
As soon as the words fell—
The Gray-robed Man took the lead, abruptly swinging his sleeves. Two blood-red crescent blades shot forth, slashing through the air.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two razor-sharp crimson arcs, like bloody moons hanging in the sky, erupted with terrifying killing intent.
The Netherblood Twin Blades!
A renowned immortal weapon in the lower reaches of the Star River, infamous for having drunk the blood of immortals—its might was unparalleled.
Boom!
The other immortals followed suit. They knew that if they didn’t go all out now, killing Gu Qingfeng would be impossible. So when the Gray-robed Man struck, they unleashed their full power without hesitation.
Over thirty immortals attacking at once—the sheer force of it was earth-shattering, their radiant immortal light stretching across millions of miles.
Demonic blades, flying swords, secret arts, divine abilities—countless treasures and techniques converged like a bursting dam, crashing toward Gu Qingfeng in an overwhelming tide.
These were immortals, each wealthy beyond measure. The techniques and weapons they wielded were extraordinary, products of the Eternal True World, far surpassing anything from the lower realms.
Boom!
In that instant, countless terrifying attacks merged, shaking heaven and earth, distorting the void as they bore down on Gu Qingfeng, determined to annihilate him.
The scattered mortal cultivators witnessing this were utterly petrified. When had they ever seen so many immortals strike at once? The devastation was apocalyptic.
Could any mortal possibly withstand such an onslaught?
Especially the Gray-robed Man’s blood-red crescent blades—their overwhelming slaughter aura, sharp as the void itself, radiated the most terrifying pressure of all.
Yet, faced with this cataclysmic assault, Gu Qingfeng remained utterly calm—even amused.
Ants trying to shake a mighty tree—how laughable!
How dare fireflies compete with the brilliance of the moon?
Instead of dodging, Gu Qingfeng stepped forward to meet the attacks head-on.
As he moved, boundless demonic radiance erupted from his towering figure. Layer upon layer of devilish light surged, containing unfathomable destructive energy—the manifestation of trillions of years of cultivated power.
By the end, Gu Qingfeng’s form was entirely engulfed in dazzling demonic radiance, like a fiendish god clawing its way out of hell. His trillions of years of accumulated might were now on full display.
At this moment, every immortal facing him felt like a mortal standing before a raging sea—utterly insignificant and powerless.
Boom!
He flashed forward, charging straight into the storm of immortal weapons and techniques, fearless and indomitable.
Clang!
A golden flying sword slashed against Gu Qingfeng’s body, sparks flying as the metallic clang echoed—yet it failed to even scratch him.
With a casual grab, he seized the golden sword. The weapon, infused with the essence of primordial gold, gleamed with intricate Dao patterns, its brilliance extraordinary.
"This sword is fated to be mine."
Gu Qingfeng spoke indifferently, then channeled his trillions of years of power to instantly erase the sword’s soul imprint before pocketing it.
Pfft!
A nearby immortal vomited blood violently—the golden sword was his lifebound treasure. Having its imprint forcibly erased wounded his soul, leaving him severely injured.
And he was only the first.
With every subsequent move, Gu Qingfeng seized another immortal weapon, effortlessly wiping away its imprint with his boundless reserves of power, uncaring of the expenditure.
One by one, the immortals coughed up blood, faces pale with horror.
"Return my immortal weapon!"
"You shameless thief! How dare you steal my flying sword!"
"What in the heavens is going on?! How can a mere mortal have such an indestructible body? His flesh is tougher than immortal weapons—no, even true immortal bodies pale in comparison! Our attacks can’t even pierce his skin!"
"Who cares about weapons and bodies now?! Can’t you see he’s erasing our imprints like it’s nothing?! Even if we immortals steal another’s weapon, it takes months—years—to refine and overwrite the imprint. Yet he’s wiped out dozens in moments! Just how much power does he possess?!"
After plundering their weapons, Gu Qingfeng found little left to take. So, he finally acted.
"To receive without giving is discourteous. Now it’s my turn to strike. Hehehe..."
With a maniacal laugh, he raised his arms, unleashing a torrent of demonic power. A colossal devilish palm materialized in the sky and slammed down.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three or five immortals, too slow to dodge, were crushed into paste, their blood raining upon the earth.
The scene resembled swatting flies.
The remaining immortals were terrified, screaming, "Run! He’s unstoppable!"
They scattered like streaks of light, desperate to escape.
"Where do you think you’re going?! Offer up your lifetimes of cultivation to me! Hehehe..."
Gu Qingfeng, now a bloodthirsty demon, transformed into a streak of devilish radiance, hunting them down. In mere moments, over a dozen immortals were caught, their essence drained until they withered into husks.
The survivors were scared out of their wits, burning every escape technique they had.
But it was futile. Gu Qingfeng moved like a phantom—whenever an immortal fled, he appeared before them in an instant, seizing their throats and devouring their essence with his Heaven-Devouring Art.
"My lord! This lowly one submits! I’ll serve you as a slave for life—spare me!"
A scantily clad beauty shrieked in terror, trembling like a leaf.
"Hmph! Worthless wretch. You think you’re fit? Die!" Gu Qingfeng crushed her delicate neck, draining her dry.
She had been one of the loudest earlier—now she begged for mercy? Dream on!
He continued his hunt.
"Demon! Even in death, I’ll drag you down with me!"
A black-robed man roared in desperation, his eyes bloodshot as he burned his life force in a suicidal technique, aiming to take Gu Qingfeng with him.
"Raaaaagh!"
He charged, throwing everything into a punch aimed at Gu Qingfeng’s shoulder.
Thud.
A sound no louder than a fart.
Gu Qingfeng didn’t budge. He gazed down at the man with utter disdain.
The black-robed man stared blankly at the unharmed shoulder, disbelief etched across his face.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Suddenly, an indifferent voice erupted beside the black-robed man’s ear: "Ant, do you think you’re scratching an itch for this Emperor?"
] [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!"
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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!
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】
