The First Patriarch's hoarse voice carried a trace of disdain.
He did not even use any weapon; he simply raised his right hand, formed his fingers into a sword, and lightly slashed at the apocalyptic pillar of light!
This slash seemed effortless, yet it was as if it had cleaved through chaos, separating the clear from the murky!
An invisible, sharp surge of sword aura, seemingly condensed from the most primordial laws, appeared out of thin air!
Tear—!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a soft sound like silk being torn!
But the terrifying pillar of light, capable of destroying a region of heaven and earth, upon contact with this invisible aura, was neatly split in two from the middle, like fragile paper!
The destructive energy was forcefully diverted to the sides, brushing past the First Patriarch's body. It instantly evaporated the boundless sea of clouds behind him and turned the distant wasteland into a dead, glazed plain!
Meanwhile, the First Patriarch's finger aura did not diminish in the slightest. As if transcending space and time, it instantly struck the main body of the colossal glazed treasure mirror!
Crack—!!!
A loud boom, like the shattering of a star, echoed across the vast expanse!
A massive crack actually appeared on the surface of that powerful Saint Weapon treasure mirror, running straight through its body!
The mirror's radiance instantly dimmed to the extreme as it let out a mournful wail. It shot backward like a meteor, its Saint Weapon aura plummeting!
Pfft—!
With his natal Saint Weapon heavily damaged, Elder Ying felt as if he had been struck by a star. He violently spat out a mouthful of vital Saint Blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs!
The Saint Power around him instantly collapsed, and his Saint Body was covered in spiderweb-like cracks!
Pfft—!
With his natal Saint Weapon heavily damaged, Elder Ying felt as if he had been struck by a star. He violently spat out a mouthful of vital Saint Blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs!
The Saint Power around him instantly collapsed, and his Saint Body was covered in spiderweb-like cracks. His aura withered to the absolute extreme, leaving only endless fear in his eyes!
Just as the First Patriarch's eyes turned cold, ready to completely end Elder Ying's life—
Fellow Daoist! Show mercy!
A gentle yet supremely majestic voice rang out!
Immediately after, a dazzling seven-colored glazed holy light crossed the void, acting like a canopy to block the dying Elder Ying!
Within the holy light lay the vast and mighty power to purify all things and soothe all laws, attempting to stabilize the collapsing situation.
As the light faded, the figure of the Liuli Holy Lord, Li Wuya, was revealed.
He first cast a faint glance at the heavily injured Elder Ying, a haze flashing across the depths of his eyes. He then looked sharply at the First Patriarch shrouded in light and shadow, revealing a seemingly peaceful but scrutinizing smile on his face:
I presume Your Excellency... is the patron behind those young friends?
He spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of probing. Fellow Daoist's divine abilities are astonishing; I, Li, am full of admiration. My subordinate acted recklessly and has offended you greatly. I apologize on his behalf.
He lowered his posture, treating the other with courtesy first, attempting to ease the tension.
My Liuli Holy Land is willing to offer compensation for this matter, ensuring Fellow Daoist's satisfaction. I hope Fellow Daoist will consider the reputations of both sides and avoid plunging the people into misery, be magnanimous, and turn hostility into friendship. What does Fellow Daoist think?
These words seemed like a negotiation, but they actually hid a needle in cotton.
Give you face?
The First Patriarch finally spoke, his hoarse voice and mocking, wild laughter shaking the void. Hahahaha! Li Wuya, who do you think you are! The face of your Liuli Holy Land is not worth a fart to me!
His laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by monstrous killing intent. Touching my disciples is a capital offense! Compensation? The compensation I want is to wash it with the blood of your Liuli Holy Land! Get lost! Otherwise, I will cut you down too!
Before his voice even faded, the First Patriarch stopped wasting words. His terrifying aura erupted once more, completely ignoring Li Wuya as he pointed a finger at Elder Ying!
This finger strike carried an even stronger intent of destruction, vowing to completely obliterate him!
Li Wuya's face instantly turned ashen! The other party had not only brutally refused but had also humiliated him to the extreme!
Seeing the negotiation break down and the finger of destruction approaching, the last trace of disguised peace in Li Wuya's eyes completely vanished, replaced by bone-chilling killing intent and the absolute majesty belonging to a Holy Lord!
Good! Good! Good!
He said good three times in a row, each word colder than the last.
Since Your Excellency is so unreasonable and insists on making an enemy of my Liuli Holy Land, then do not blame this seat for not warning you!
The aura around him suddenly changed, and the coercion of the Saint King Realm violently erupted. The seven-colored glazed holy light shot into the sky as he sternly shouted:
My Liuli Holy Land has an inheritance lasting through the ages; our profound foundation is absolutely not something the likes of you can easily fathom! Today, I will let you witness the might of a Holy Land!
Do you really think this seat is afraid of you?! Fight!
The First Patriarch completely stopped wasting words. The dormant, terrifying aura around him violently erupted once more, like the awakening of a primordial behemoth!
He directly ignored Li Wuya's obstruction and pointed another finger at Elder Ying behind him!
This finger was even more fierce and domineering than before! Wherever the fingertip pointed, space collapsed layer by layer, and all things withered, as if it wanted to completely erase Elder Ying, along with the space-time he occupied, from this world!
You...!
Li Wuya's face instantly turned ashen!
He never expected the other party to be so unreasonable, completely disregarding him as a Holy Lord and not even giving room for negotiation!
Seeing that the First Patriarch's finger of destruction was about to fall and completely obliterate Elder Ying, the last trace of disguised peace in Li Wuya's eyes completely vanished, replaced by bone-chilling killing intent and the absolute majesty belonging to a Holy Lord!
Fellow Daoist! You are too arrogant!
A cold shout exploded like a thunderclap from the nine heavens! The aura around Li Wuya suddenly changed!
The vast and boundless coercion of the Saint Realm, which originally harmonized with heaven and earth, skyrocketed as if breaking some kind of shackle!
An even more terrifying supreme aura, seemingly capable of wielding part of the authority of heaven and earth, swept across the world like an awakening slumbering dragon!
The seven-colored glazed holy light shot into the sky, condensing behind him into an indomitable glazed dharma idol. The dharma idol was surrounded by Dao principles, and its opening and closing eyes seemed to hold the rotation of the sun and moon!
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of ten thousand miles madly converged towards him, as if he were the master of this realm!
Saint King Realm!
The Liuli Holy Lord, Li Wuya, was impressively a true Saint King Realm expert!
He had obviously suppressed his cultivation base with a secret technique before. Now, facing the First Patriarch's relentless pressure, he had no choice but to reveal his true strength!
Do you really think this seat is afraid of you?!
Li Wuya's voice was ice-cold, carrying the supreme majesty of a Saint King. Giving you some face was because I did not want to cause more trouble! Since you insist on fighting, then this seat will accompany you to the very end!
He similarly pointed a finger out. The seven-colored glazed radiance condensed to the extreme at his fingertip, transforming into an incomparably concise beam of light that seemed capable of piercing through eternal space and time. Arriving first despite being launched later, it accurately met the First Patriarch's finger of destruction!
This time, it was no longer a previous probe, but a formal clash between two Saint King Realm experts!
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.”
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
