“Ahhhhhh—!”
Zhao Wuji let out a roar of absolute despair.
He knew he was beyond saving.
That blade, [Crescent Moon], had already sucked dry all the qi and blood from his right hand, and was now marching up his arm.
The shadow of death had completely enveloped him.
But...
He was unwilling!
He, Zhao Wuji, had schemed his entire life. For the rise of his family, he hadn't hesitated to act as a dog for so many years. Was he to be kicked aside like a dog in the end, dying in this godforsaken place unknown to anyone?
Wait?
He seemed to have entered a blind spot in his thinking...
It might not necessarily be a dead end!
In Zhao Wuji's eyes, which had already begun to lose focus, a final, ruthless light suddenly erupted.
He abruptly turned his head and stared fixedly at Su Ji not far away.
Didn't this artifact crave blood?
If he could plunge this curved blade into that brat's heart...
Divert the disaster!
Perhaps... perhaps he could still have a sliver of a chance to survive!
Yes!
Most demonic cultivators' artifacts were like this.
They simply needed a blood sacrifice.
Whose blood it was didn't matter.
“Su Hao!”
Blood spurted wildly!
Zhao Wuji actually forcefully tore off his own right arm, which had already been sucked dry, right from the root!
The severed arm, along with the [Crescent Moon] curved blade that was biting into it tenaciously, drew a tragic, bloody line in mid-air.
“Catch!!”
Zhao Wuji's face was contorted, looking like a mad demon.
Using his remaining left hand, he swept up a violent gust of wind, carrying that severed arm and the demonic blade, and viciously smashed it towards Su Ji!
“This artifact... is yours!!”
He wanted this blade to suck Su Ji's blood!
As long as this blade had a new target, perhaps it would let him go!
This was his only way out!
That [Crescent Moon] curved blade seemed to sense an even fresher, more vigorous qi and blood.
It buzzed on that severed arm and actually released the withered limb.
Transforming into a tragic stream of light, carrying suffocating baleful qi and greed, it shot towards Su Ji's heart like lightning!
That speed was as fast as lightning!
Clearly, to this demonic weapon that had been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years and was mad with hunger, Su Ji's vigorous, youthful body was far more attractive than Zhao Wuji, that wretched old man!
“Senior Brother!”
Within his body, Su Jiu let out an exclamation of alarm.
Su Ji, however, stood perfectly still in his original spot.
He watched that howling, blood-red stream of light approaching, and watched Zhao Wuji's pale, contorted face due to excessive blood loss.
He looked at the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng not far away, who still had his arms crossed, ready to watch a good show.
In his smile, there was not the slightest bit of panic.
Only a kind of...
Calmness that had long been anticipated.
“That's right.”
Su Ji whispered softly.
“Having prepared for this day for so long, it's finally my turn to take the stage.”
That tragic, blood-red stream of light rapidly magnified in his pupils.
The [Crescent Moon] curved blade, carrying Zhao Wuji's severed arm and trailing a long tail of baleful qi, lunged straight for Su Ji's heart.
Fast.
Too fast.
So fast that even the air was torn apart, emitting sharp, explosive sounds.
Standing in the distance, the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng raised an eyebrow, his fingertips twitching slightly, seemingly hesitating whether to intervene and fish out this interesting “variable.”
After all, if this brat died, that big news capable of shaking the Canghuang Realm would fall through.
But thinking about it carefully, if he couldn't even withstand this single strike...
Then he would just assume he had misjudged and been played by this kid.
Facing this sure-kill strike that was enough to pierce through a Soul Formation cultivator's protective spiritual light, Su Ji not only showed no panic, but instead grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.
“Having played the grandson for so long...”
He let out an explosive shout, his right foot stomping backward fiercely, crushing the hard, grayish-white rock to powder.
His right hand made a grabbing motion!
Buzz—!
A long spear, its entire body covered in crimson dragon scale patterns, appeared in his hand without any warning.
The spear was heavy, carrying an innate, tyrannical aura from the primordial ancient era.
[Fallen Dragon Spear]!
Su Ji didn't make any flashy movements. Using the strength of his waist and abdomen, his spine tightened like a bowstring, driving his arm to swing the long spear in a full circle, delivering the most savage, sweeping blow towards that incoming curved blade!
“I can finally make a move!”
Clang—!!!
An ear-shattering sound of clashing metal boomed at the bottom of this dead silent abyss.
Visible ripples of sound waves spread out, instantly shattering the swirling gray mist around them.
That [Crescent Moon] curved blade was actually forcefully whipped away by this spear strike!
It spun in mid-air, letting out a wail of unwillingness, and along with Zhao Wuji's withered severed arm, was viciously nailed deep into the rock wall hundreds of zhang away.
Rubble flew, and dust and smoke rose in all directions.
The entire process happened in a flash of lightning.
Su Ji held the spear single-handedly, the spear tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his clothes fluttering loudly in the residual baleful wind of the [Crescent Moon].
Su Ji shook his somewhat numb wrist, looked up at the dumbfounded Zhao Wuji, and the smile on his face grew even more brilliant.
Sure enough...
Just as he had thought.
Even if Hui Xing might be inferior to Immortal Venerable Haoyue, it definitely wouldn't be to the extent of not being able to take a single move from the other party.
Although the [Fallen Dragon Spear] couldn't compare to the [Crescent Moon], the [Crescent Moon] was ultimately a masterless object at this moment.
“Patriarch Zhao, there's no need for gifts.”
“However...”
Su Ji changed the subject, and his spiritual power, which had originally been deliberately suppressed, was completely unleashed at this moment!
Boom—!
A dark red wave of qi exploded outward with him at the center!
That wasn't just spiritual power, but a killing intent condensed to the extreme!
The dark red aura surged and roared around him like tangible blood, illuminating the originally gloomy space into a patch of scarlet.
There was no helping it; the [Desolate Meteor Fallen Dragon Art] was truly too unique.
Su Ji couldn't guarantee that the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng wouldn't recognize it.
For this battle, he would temporarily use ‘momentum’ first.
Just looking at it made one's eyes sting with pain.
At this moment, how did Su Ji look anything like that weak mining slave from before?
Every pore on his body was spewing out a ferocious light that wanted to devour people.
“Good stance!”
In the distance, the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng couldn't help but praise.
A masterless immortal artifact, if one was prepared for it, was indeed not that terrifying.
Moreover, that [Crescent Moon] had been deliberately isolated by Immortal Venerable Haoyue for tens of thousands of years and was already at the end of its tether. It was only because Zhao Wuji, that greedy fool, touched it directly that he suffered such a miserable backlash.
But Su Ji's spear strike wasn't just about strength.
It was even more about courage!
How many Golden Core cultivators would dare to face an immortal artifact flying towards them head-on?
How many stunning talents would dare to choose a frontal assault?
To be able to see in this instant that the immortal artifact was at the end of its tether, this kid was indeed not simple.
It seemed he bet right!
Let's fight!
With such a huge commotion here...
Zhao Teng should also be arriving soon...
The long spear in Su Ji's hand slowly raised, the spear tip pointing straight at the center of Zhao Wuji's brows.
“Since you're so generous, I can't be stingy either.”
“It's impolite not to reciprocate.”
“Then...”
A flash of madness crossed the depths of Su Ji's eyes.
“I'll kill you first.”
“At the very least, I'll make that dog Zhao Teng an orphan today!”
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!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
