Before the dust could even settle, a scalding heat wave was already licking at the skin.
Although that terrifying pillar of light had dissipated, the scars it left behind were shocking to behold.
The hard rock face had been forcibly plowed into a scorched trench dozens of meters wide.
The rocks at the edges had taken on a semi-molten, glass-like appearance, dripping with dark red magma.
Zhao Teng slowly straightened his back.
His luxurious golden robe, a symbol of his status and position, had long lost its original splendor. The hem had been burned away, its edges scorched and curled.
Most importantly, his hairpiece had come undone.
His meticulously groomed long hair now cascaded wildly over his shoulders, with a few strands burnt, emitting a foul, charred odor.
Most glaring of all was the layer of dull grey dust smudged across his usually aloof and handsome face.
It was dirt he had picked up while rolling on the ground like a wild dog, a desperate maneuver to dodge that sure-kill strike.
He was in an unprecedented state of dishevelment.
"Good... very good."
Zhao Teng wiped his face with his hand. Looking at the filthy dust on his fingertips, his mouth twitched slightly—an uncontrollable facial spasm brought on by extreme fury.
"To think a mere ant could force this young master to..."
Zhao Teng violently clapped his hands together.
"Ooom—!"
A ripple of golden light instantly exploded outward with him at the center.
Immediately after.
"To force me to get serious."
"You have earned the right to be proud."
Zhao Teng hovered in mid-air.
He looked down upon Su Ji from above, like a deity judging mortal lives.
"Now."
"You can die."
A terrifying oppressive aura instantly locked onto Su Ji.
Should this strike land, let alone Su Ji, the entire bottom of this abyss would likely be leveled to the ground!
Yet, at this exact moment.
"Woooo—"
An incredibly bizarre howling sound echoed from the bottom of the abyss without any warning.
It didn't sound like the wind; rather, it sounded like the agonizing shrieks of countless vengeful spirits and malicious ghosts being thrown into a boiling cauldron.
The sound was faint at first, as if seeping from deep underground, but in the blink of an eye, it became deafening, even drowning out the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy radiating from Zhao Teng.
Deep within the trench, where solid rock should have been, fine cracks began to split open.
Visible streams of crimson currents were frantically spewing out from those fissures.
Boom—!!!
The scorched trench completely exploded.
A violent crimson gale, like floodwaters bursting a dam, instantly swept across the entire abyss floor with an apocalyptic momentum!
This wind was incredibly eerie.
It lacked the ethereal lightness of wind, instead feeling as heavy as flying mountains.
Mixed within the wind were countless tiny sparks—the result of un-dissipated subterranean baleful aura being compressed to its absolute limit and merging with earth fire.
The moment they touched any object, they would instantly combust!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
As the gale passed, all things were incinerated!
The originally cold and damp mining area was transformed in a single instant into a blazing purgatory!
The pale grey rocks rapidly turned red in the wind, then softened, melted, and finally turned into rolling magma that joined the crimson storm. The air was grotesquely distorted by the high temperature, and everywhere the eye could see was a shifting sea of red light.
The fire borrowed the wind's might, and the wind fueled the fire's intensity!
In the blink of an eye, the bottom of the abyss was rendered completely unrecognizable.
Up and down, left and right, in all directions—there was nothing but a churning sea of fire and howling astral winds!
Zhao Teng bore the brunt of it.
The moment his golden protective light came into contact with this crimson gale, it was like butter meeting an open flame, emitting a sizzling sound as it melted away at a visible rate.
Zhao Teng's expression changed slightly. He was forced to abandon his attack and instead channel his spiritual energy entirely into defending against this pervasive, terrifying heat wave.
Yet, right in the center of this destruction.
A figure was slowly walking forward, treading upon the waves of fire.
Su Ji stood amidst the sea of flames.
The terrifying high temperatures around him, capable of melting gold and iron, and the raging tempest of wind and fire that could tear apart the protective spiritual light of an ordinary Divine cultivator, bizarrely became docile when they entered within three feet of his body.
Like stars orbiting the moon, they circled around him, pulsating in rhythm with his breathing.
Su Ji raised his head.
He looked at Zhao Teng through the distorted air.
"Young Master Zhao."
Su Ji's voice seemed somewhat ethereal amidst the howling wind, yet it pierced into Zhao Teng's ears with absolute clarity.
"You just said..."
"You were going to give me a dignified death?"
Su Ji took a step forward.
"And what about now?"
"Kill yourself."
"I will give you a dignified death."
Boom!
Following his movement, the sky-filling sea of fire around him seemed to receive some sort of summons, violently surging upward and transforming into a ferocious flaming behemoth that bared its fangs and brandished its claws behind him.
His originally tattered robes flapped wildly in the glow of the fire, as if he had donned a layer of crimson battle armor.
Dark red spiritual energy and pink streams of light intertwined, forming a massive, distorted force field around him.
Within this force field, Su Ji's shadow was stretched infinitely long.
At this moment, how did he look anything like a Golden Core cultivator driven to a dead end?
He looked like an evil spirit that had crawled out from the depths of hell, returning to the mortal realm draped in karmic hellfire and sin!
Bizarre...
Incomprehensible...
But this absolutely could not be the power of the person standing before him.
However, it was only just that.
Although the momentum was massive, in reality, it was only about fifty percent of his own strength.
It was just that...
Things like this, stepping out of his control...
He disliked them very much.
Zhao Teng forcefully suppressed the inexplicable annoyance rising in his heart.
He attempted to forcibly suppress the surrounding sea of fire.
"You dare show off such insignificant parlor tricks before an expert!?"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
+ 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!
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!
