Zhao Teng hadn't completely died yet.
It had to be said that the vitality of a Soul Formation cultivator was terrifyingly tenacious.
Even with three of his five limbs severed, his vocal cords burned away, and his internal organs half-cooked, he still hung onto a single breath.
His single eye, stripped of its eyelid, stared fixedly at the approaching Su Ji.
The arrogance from before was long gone from it.
All that remained was a fear originating from the very depths of his soul.
It was the instinctive trembling of prey facing a hunter.
Su Ji walked up to him and crouched down.
The two were very close, so close that Su Ji could smell the nauseating stench of charred flesh radiating from Zhao Teng.
Young Master Zhao.
Su Ji looked at that face, its features no longer distinguishable, his tone as calm as if he were chatting with an old friend.
Tell me, how can the world change so quickly... In less than half a day, it's actually me looking down on you?
Urgh... urgh...
A bellows-like gasping sound came from Zhao Teng's throat. He was trying to speak, but could only squeeze out a few broken syllables.
Su Ji waited patiently to see if he had any grand statements to make.
Don't... don't kill me...
Zhao Teng's voice was as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.
I... I have cultivation resources...
I have cultivation methods... and the secret inheritances of Imperial Court Mountain...
As long as you let me go... the entire Zhao family is yours... My master won't pursue this either... After all, he wouldn't want to fight someone like you...
I won't make a move against you either... I can't beat you...
Su Ji didn't speak.
He just listened quietly.
Seeing Su Ji remain silent, Zhao Teng thought he was tempted, and his speech grew increasingly frantic.
Really... if you don't believe me, I can swear an oath...
I also know how to make you stronger...
You ascended from the lower realm...
Killing me brings you no benefits...
Imperial Court Mountain will put a bounty on you... You will find it hard to take a single step...
Su Ji sighed.
He shook his head in slight disappointment.
I thought a person like you would at least have some different final words before dying.
But in the end, it's still the same old routine of wealth, status, threats, and bribes.
Su Ji stood up and used the tip of his spear to lift Zhao Teng's only remaining hand.
Although the hand was also burned black, it was barely intact, and a spatial ring was still worn on one of the fingers.
Resources, I will take myself.
Cultivation methods, I will find myself.
The light in Zhao Teng's eye completely extinguished.
Then... what do you want?
Zhao Teng asked in despair.
Besides these people...
Are there any others?
Who else wants to kill me? Who else is a lapdog of your Zhao family?
Call them all here.
While I'm still in the mood...
I'll kill them all cleanly in one go.
Zhao Teng was stunned.
Looking at Su Ji's crimson eyes, he suddenly understood something.
This man... wasn't bluffing.
He truly hadn't killed enough yet.
He truly wanted to send everyone in this Great Wasteland who had a grudge against him straight to hell.
N-no more...
Zhao Teng answered, trembling.
Everyone I brought... is here...
Old Ghost Li... Old Ghost Li heard my secret voice transmission and already called over everyone who could fight...
Su Ji stared into his eye for a moment.
After confirming he wasn't lying.
Su Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief.
That was good...
This way, at least there wouldn't be any other resistance when he left...
A drum beats up courage on the first strike, weakens on the second, and exhausts on the third...
Once this breath he was holding relaxed...
Then he truly wouldn't have the strength to fight anymore, even if he encountered a mortal...
Since there's no one else, it's time to send you on your way.
Su Ji raised his spear.
No! I beg you! Don't!
The shadow of death enveloped him once again, and Zhao Teng completely broke down.
His so-called dignity shattered across the ground in this moment.
He used his crippled hand, which had been lifted by the spear, to claw at the ground, trying to shrink back. Tears and snot mixed with blood smeared all over his face.
I'm sorry... I was wrong... I was really wrong...
I shouldn't have provoked you... I shouldn't have treated you like that...
I apologize to you! I'll kowtow to you!
I beg you... just let me go like a fart... I will never again...
That Zhao Teng who was once high and mighty, who viewed mortals as ants, and who constantly referred to himself as this young master.
At this moment, he was like a mangy dog with a broken spine, howling and begging for mercy.
Su Ji watched this scene.
There wasn't the slightest ripple in his eyes; he couldn't even be bothered to show a trace of mockery.
He just found it... a bit ridiculous.
Afraid of death...
The spear in Su Ji's hand violently thrust down!
Squelch!
The spear tip accurately pierced through Zhao Teng's skull, firmly nailing his unfinished words, along with his sinful life, to this scorched earth.
...then why even cultivate to become an immortal!
Blood splattered onto Su Ji's face.
Boiling hot.
Coppery and sweet.
He did not wipe it away.
Did you see clearly?
Tell him, who was the one nailed to the ground and killed this time?
Following that, the scorching wind swirling around Su Ji began to slowly dissipate.
An endless sense of emptiness surged into Su Ji's heart.
Su Ji simply pulled out his spear and looked toward the distant sky that was still rumbling.
Over there.
The battle between Liu Kuanglan and that Sloppy Old Daoist seemed to have also reached its end.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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】
