The expression on Liu Yishou's face changed instantly.
This light, casual sentence stabbed straight into the deepest wound he never wanted anyone to touch.
A waste?
Yes.
In the Blade Sect, he was truly nobody.
In terms of talent, he couldn't compare to those monstrous prodigies personally trained by the Sect Leader.
In terms of background, he was just a nameless nobody.
After enduring hundreds of years, cutting off his own emotions, using that almost self-mutilating method, he barely managed to scrape his way into the Void Refining realm.
But even so, in the eyes of those true geniuses, he was still nothing more than a lowly steward, a pawn to be sacrificed at any moment.
Inside the sect, he wore a smiling face everywhere, living like a dog.
But once he left the sect and traveled to some remote regions, Void Refining wasn't considered low.
At least enough for him to walk tall and domineeringly through the Chaos Star Sea.
Who dared to show him disrespect? Who dared to gossip?
This enormous gap made his already twisted heart even more deformed.
He reveled in the feeling of controlling life and death, in the thrill of trampling so-called "geniuses" underfoot. Only then could he scrape together a pathetic, false sense of dignity.
"...You're asking for death!"
Liu Yishou erupted in fury. He violently pulled back his suppressed hand.
With his other hand, he summoned the long blade that had been stuck in Yun Ying's chest.
A ferocious surge of killing intent exploded like a volcano, sweeping outward in all directions!
The silver blade in his hand let out a shrill hum, its blade energy flaring, shredding the surrounding snow into powder and revealing the frozen black earth beneath.
But there... was nothing.
Only wind and snow.
Liu Yishou furrowed his brows tightly. His divine sense spread out like a tide, enveloping the area for several miles.
Still, he found nothing.
That voice seemed to appear out of thin air and vanish just as suddenly.
"Playing tricks!"
But in that very instant,
A chill that made every hair on his body stand on end struck him from behind without warning!
Liu Yishou's pupils contracted sharply. Without thinking, he swung his blade in a reverse slash!
Blade light flashed, fast as lightning!
This strike used nearly all his strength. On the blade's edge, even a thin layer of black blood surfaced.
That was the manifestation of his Emotion-Severing Blade Intent!
He was confident that at such close range, even a cultivator of the same level would have no chance of dodging this blow!
And yet—
"Ding—!"
A sound so crisp it pierced the air.
Time seemed to freeze for a brief moment.
Liu Yishou's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints!
His ultimate strike, capable of splitting mountains and breaking rocks, had... stopped midair.
Indeed...
Su Ji had only acted now, not for some dramatic "heroic entrance" at the critical moment.
Instead, he had been observing Liu Yishou.
And after watching for so long, he realized:
This guy seemed even weaker than Zhao Teng?!
Could it be...
This was what they called a background character that others could leap a realm to kill?
He could try first.
If he couldn't win, he'd run.
And so, the scene before them unfolded.
A fire dragon formed of spiritual energy clamped down fiercely on Liu Yishou's silver blade.
Th-this... how is this possible?!
The expression on Liu Yishou's face shifted from shock to disbelief.
Finally, it turned into dread.
He stiffly turned his head.
Su Ji stood there quietly, his robes fluttering lightly in the wind and snow, his face showing little emotion.
"Your blade technique has only grasped three-tenths of its essence. No wonder you're sent to do such dirty work as exterminating entire sects."
A softly spoken sentence, falling on Liu Yishou’s ears, was nothing less than a thunderbolt, exploding directly in his mind!
How… how could he know?!
This matter was his greatest burden within the Blade Sect and the fundamental reason he had been unable to advance to the rank of elder!
Aside from the Sect Leader and his master, no outsider could possibly know about it!
Just who… is this kid?!
A fine layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on Liu Yishou’s forehead.
An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped him entirely.
“You… who the hell are you?!” Liu Yishou barked, his bluster barely hiding his fear.
“Who I am is not important.”
Su Ji’s gaze swept past Liu Yishou and landed on Yun Ying, who was on the verge of fainting against the wall, then glanced down at Yun Yao, trembling on the ground.
“I’m keeping these two.”
“Do me a favor.”
Liu Yishou felt a chill creep up his spine under Su Ji’s icy stare, but the dignity of a Deity Transformation cultivator wouldn’t allow him to back down.
“Stop trying to scare me with your cheap tricks!” Liu Yishou roared, attempting to pull his blade back.
But the fiery dragon formed of spiritual energy seemed welded to the blade, utterly unmoving.
“You’re asking for death!”
A hoarse, guttural shout erupted like a rolling thunderclap across the snowfield.
The silver blade in his hand let out a shrill wail, its blade energy erupting in all directions, shredding the fiery dragon of spiritual energy into nothing in an instant!
The savage blade energy exploded outward from him in all directions!
Crack! Crack!
The surrounding snow was vaporized instantly. The exposed black earth was torn by the blade energy into deep ravines. Even the sheer cliffs several dozen feet high in the distance silently crumbled to dust under the torrent of power.
Liu Yishou stomped heavily on the ground, launching himself like a cannonball, shooting straight toward Su Ji!
The purest, most direct method — kill!
“Die!”
The blade light flashed, swift as lightning!
It was no longer simple blade light but a distorted curtain of radiance. Wherever it passed, even the air was violently twisted, forming a visible, tangible pressure that seemed about to crush this space into fragments!
With this strike, he used his full power!
With this strike, he would reduce this arrogant brat, and the two dead weights behind him, into minced flesh!
But in that instant, just as the devastating blade curtain was about to descend —
The suffocating, mountain-like blade pressure carving a several-dozen-zhang long vacuum trench behind him —
Liu Yishou’s twisted face wore an almost maniacal excitement. He could already see the scene of this insolent brat and his two burdens torn into a mist of blood by his blade curtain.
Die!
All of you, die!
Yun Ying was pinned against the wall by the terrifying blade pressure, barely able to breathe. The wound on his chest burst open from the strain, blood staining the snow beneath him.
He lifted his head, staring at that inescapable, destructive blade curtain that filled his entire vision. Despair turned his eyes to ash.
It’s over.
With the last of his strength, he turned his head, looking at the distant, terrified, limp figure on the ground.
Sister…
I’m sorry.
Your junior brother couldn’t protect you.
But Su Ji’s figure moved like a ghost, sidestepping half a pace to the left.
It was this half-step that seemed to have calculated the trajectory of the blade, narrowly avoiding the deadly edge.
The curtain of blades grazed past the corner of his clothes.
Dodged it?
A flicker of disbelief passed through Liu Yishou's mind, but his attack didn't stop; with a twist of his wrist, the blade was about to slash sideways!
Yet at that very moment, he saw the figure that should have used the momentum to flee far away... actually stop.
Not only did he stop, but he even let out an extremely faint sigh.
Then, beneath Liu Yishou's incredulous gaze.
Su Ji took another step forward, returning to his original spot.
Neither deviating nor slanting, he stood precisely in front of Yun Ying and Yun Yao.
Is he... courting death?!
"Each man has his own destiny, ordained by heaven."
Just as it was about to land on Su Ji's head.
A high-pitched dragon's roar erupted without warning from within Su Ji's body!
A fiery dragon, its entire body ablaze with crimson flames, roared and soared into the sky!
Seeing this, Liu Yishou's face curled into a disdainful sneer.
A cornered beast putting up a fight.
Utterly laughable.
This fiery dragon was indeed strong.
Strong enough to obliterate an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.
But... he had already shattered it once before, meaning it was nothing to him.
So this strike would surely be unstoppable.
Yet the next second, the smirk on Liu Yishou's face froze completely.
That fiery dragon did not, as he had anticipated, hurl itself with an unstoppable momentum against his curtain of blades.
The moment it surged into the sky, its massive body suddenly disintegrated, turning into billions of crimson sparks, and then instantly reconverged!
A wall.
A wall formed of pitch-black flames from the Nine Netherworld was abruptly erected before Su Ji.
On the wall, faint patterns of dark red dragon scales shimmered, exuding an ancient, desolate aura.
The next moment.
That wild, distorted curtain of blades slammed head-on into the jet-black wall of flames with no flourish whatsoever!
Time, at this instant, pressed the pause button.
Liu Yishou's curtain of blades crashed into that wall, which looked far from sturdy, and then... stood still.
Then,
"Crack..."
A sound, extremely subtle yet sharp enough for everyone present to hear, rang out unexpectedly.
A crack, like the threads of a spiderweb, appeared on the wall of flames.
But there was little joy on Liu Yishou's face...
Though he held the advantage...
It was barely a standoff.
This was his full-force strike at the Unity Realm! Forget a wall of condensed spiritual energy—even a true mountain of mystic iron should have been cleaved in two by him!
Spreading from a single point, the cracks rapidly radiated outward in all directions.
"Crack... crack, crack, crack..."
The crisp sounds of breaking grew denser and more piercing.
Finally,
"Boom!"
A dull thud.
The wall of flames burst into countless drifting specks of light, as splendid as summer fireflies, yet carrying a sadness that seemed fleeting.
And the blade's energy, drained of its power, dissipated into the wind and snow.
Yun Ying was dumbfounded.
His eyes, which had lost their luster, were now wide as brass bells.
What had he just witnessed?
The full-force strike of a Unity Realm cultivator... shattered just like that?
On the ground, Yun Yao had even forgotten to cry; her mouth hung open, her gaze fixed on that silhouette.
That silhouette was not particularly imposing, even seeming somewhat slender.
But at this moment, it stood like an impassable mountain.
Su Ji slowly withdrew the hand he had extended forward.
His gaze fell upon the two utterly stunned youths, a boy and a girl, on the ground, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Clearly, you two have been lucky."
...
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!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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】
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
