The two forces were about to collide.
The giant golden sword carried the majesty of judging all things, while the dark red spear was wrapped in a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.
The expression on Su Ji's face was distorted to the extreme, his features twisted, and his scarlet eyes looked as if they were about to spew fire.
The roar tearing from his throat even drowned out the howling wind and fire around them.
"Then let's die together!!!"
This aura, this posture.
Anyone who saw it would think this kid was going to drag his enemy down with him in mutual destruction.
Even Zhao Teng's usually placid phoenix eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity.
He slightly lowered his wrist. The giant golden sword, which originally only used eighty percent of his power to allow for sudden changes in moves, instantly surged to one hundred percent.
Since this ant wanted to die a heroic death, he would grant his wish and turn him into the most brilliant firework.
However.
In the split second before the golden sword light was about to swallow Su Ji.
Su Ji moved.
But he didn't move forward.
His body, which had been charging forward, bizarrely came to a sudden, completely unheralded stop in mid-air.
Defying all common sense of physics, he forcibly reversed his momentum.
Immediately after, using that forward momentum, he violently twisted his waist and abdomen. Like a slippery loach, he hugged the ground and, at an extremely tricky angle...
Shot backward!
"Whoosh—!"
Su Ji ran away.
He ran with absolute decisiveness.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Because his speed was so fast, he even left behind an afterimage of bursting air where he had stood.
"Boom—!!!"
Zhao Teng's sure-kill sword strike landed solidly on empty air.
The terrifying golden sword aura plowed a bottomless trench into the earth, stretching all the way to the end of sight.
Dust and smoke rolled, and crushed stones flew everywhere.
The momentum was immense to the extreme.
But the target... was gone.
Zhao Teng maintained his posture of swinging the sword downward.
His whole person froze in mid-air.
For a moment, the expression on his face went completely blank.
He looked at the empty space ahead, and then looked at the figure that had already turned into a small black dot, sprinting toward the mine exit at the fastest speed of his life.
He could even hear the kid's shout coming from afar:
"The green hills do not change, and the green waters flow on! Young Master Zhao, we'll meet again!"
Zhao Teng: "..."
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng, who was still watching the battle: "..."
At this moment, the air fell into a deathly silence.
Only the wind at the bottom of the abyss was still howling, as if mocking this absurd scene.
"He... ran?"
Zhao Teng slowly retracted his giant sword, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
An unprecedented sense of humiliation rushed straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, instantly burning his cheeks red.
He had been played!
Played like a monkey by an ant he had never even looked at properly, right in front of a True Immortal!
"Su! Hao!"
Zhao Teng squeezed these two words out from between his teeth, his voice as cold as ice.
"I will tear your corpse into ten thousand pieces!!!"
Boom!
Golden light erupted.
Zhao Teng's entire body turned into a golden shooting star, carrying monstrous anger as he madly chased in the direction where Su Ji had disappeared.
...
"Huff... Puff..."
Su Ji was currently using every ounce of strength he had.
Flowing light flashed madly on his legs; every time he pushed off the ground, he could shoot forward hundreds of feet.
Right now, he was like a rabbit chased by a hound, fleeing desperately and squeezing into any gap he could find.
"Damn it! Old Li, oh Old Li..."
As Su Ji ran, he was cursing madly in his heart.
"I've entrusted my life and everything I have into your hands!"
"I deliberately timed it to exactly one month just to leave you enough room to operate!"
"Why is there still no sign of activity even now?"
"Don't tell me you forgot about this? Or did you drop the ball and mess it up at the critical moment?"
The reason he chose to run away at this time.
Was not because he was afraid of death.
But because... he really couldn't beat him!
That burst of power just now was already his limit.
Borrowing Su Jiu's power, coupled with the sharpness of the Fallen Dragon Spear, he could indeed exchange a few moves with Zhao Teng.
But that was it.
Once it turned into a battle of attrition, he would undoubtedly die.
His only way out was to stall.
Stall until that variable appeared.
"Senior Brother, he's catching up from behind!"
Su Ji didn't need to turn his head to feel the terrifying heat wave rapidly approaching from behind.
That golden spiritual pressure was like a moving volcano, full of oppression.
"Damn it, is he a sticky plaster?"
Su Ji cursed inwardly, his figure suddenly folding as he charged straight into an abandoned mine tunnel filled with jagged rocks.
The terrain here was complex, full of massive stone pillars and collapsed caves, making it perfect for playing hide-and-seek.
"Get out here right now!"
Zhao Teng's furious roar came from behind.
Immediately after.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Streaks of golden sword aura fell like rain, blasting all the rocks blocking the way into powder.
Zhao Teng didn't even bother to detour.
Cleaving mountains and shattering rocks that stood in his way.
He just pushed forward in a straight line, forcibly carving a straight path through the forest of jagged rocks.
"This wasteful bastard, does he think spiritual energy is free?"
Su Ji's eyelids twitched at the sight.
With one chasing and the other fleeing, they ran several laps around the entire mining area in the blink of an eye.
Su Ji fully utilized the essence of guerrilla warfare.
When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy camps, I harass; when the enemy tires, I attack; when the enemy retreats, I pursue... Oh wait, right now it's only when the enemy advances, I run.
He used his familiarity with the terrain...
Well, although he had only arrived recently, he was still a bit more familiar with it than Zhao Teng.
He specifically squeezed into dark, narrow, and obscure corners.
He even remembered to leave behind some searing winds to create visual obstacles, forcing Zhao Teng to use his divine sense to track his enemy.
Although Zhao Teng's speed was a notch faster than Su Ji's.
His straightforward fighting style actually became a burden in this complex terrain.
Several times, he was just about to catch up, but Su Ji would squeeze into a crack between the rocks, turn a corner, and disappear without a trace.
This made Zhao Teng yell in anger, leaving him with no choice but to vent his frustration on the surrounding rocks.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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】
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!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
