Yet under the suppression of the grand formation, and while facing three red-robed cardinals of the same level, he was instantly forced into an absolute disadvantage!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The violent clashes reverated throughout the underground city.
Huo Zhenshan was driven back step by step, and before long, several wounds deep enough to expose bone had appeared across his body!
“Die!”
The leading red-robed cardinal seized an opening.
A gigantic blood-red blade, dozens of meters long, condensed in his hand. Carrying terrifying might capable of tearing space apart, it came crashing down toward Huo Zhenshan’s head!
There was no way to dodge this strike!
Huo Zhenshan’s pupils contracted sharply, and a trace of despair flashed through his eyes.
Could it be that this old man was going to meet his end here today?!
At this critical moment—
“Thunder Shadow Starfall Step.”
A calm voice suddenly rang beside Huo Zhenshan’s ear.
The next second—
A black afterimage appeared out of thin air in front of Huo Zhenshan, as if it had teleported there!
Without any flashy movements, the figure merely raised his right hand.
A dark-red spear, coiling with the phantom image of a gray-black dragon, instantly condensed into existence!
The Spear Intent of Soul Forging!
He thrust upward with tremendous force!
Clang—!!!
The deafening clash of metal against metal seemed capable of ripping apart one’s eardrums!
That blood-red blade, powerful enough to cleave Huo Zhenshan in two, shattered into a sky full of blood-colored motes of light the instant it came into contact with the spear’s edge—
as though it had struck an immovable primordial divine mountain!
The red-robed cardinal was sent flying backward hundreds of meters by the terrifying recoil. The web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and blood sprayed from his mouth!
The entire battlefield fell deathly silent.
Huo Zhenshan stared blankly at the black figure standing in front of him.
His mind instantly short-circuited.
That silhouette… that spear intent…
“Su Yuan?!”
Huo Zhenshan cried out in shock.
Su Yu turned his head. His cold, hard face—disguised by the Thousand Forms Concealment Technique—was devoid of expression.
“Elder Huo.” Su Yu gave a slight nod in greeting.
Huo Zhenshan was dumbfounded.
He widened his eyes and pointed at Su Yu.
“What are you doing here too?!”
“Wait!”
Huo Zhenshan suddenly reacted. He glanced at the number-one Heaven-grade private room from which Su Yu had just emerged.
“That magic core… was it you who put it up for auction?!”
“You sold the magic core?!”
Su Yu nodded as if it were only natural.
“It wasn’t of much use to me. I figured I’d exchange it for some spending money.”
Huo Zhenshan felt his vision go black, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Not of much use?!
That damn thing was a Demon Saint-grade magic core—something powerful Martial Emperors would be envious of!
And you call it “not of much use”?!
But clearly, this was not the time to dwell on that.
Huo Zhenshan took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the shock and urge to complain surging in his heart.
He stared intently at the three red-robed cardinals regrouping across from them, his expression exceptionally solemn.
“Su Yuan!”
“These bastards came prepared!”
“You and I must join forces and kill them here as quickly as possible!”
“Otherwise, once the grand formation is fully activated, the consequences will be unimaginable!”
Su Yu said nothing. He merely tightened his grip around the spear in his hand.
However—
Before the two of them could make a move—
Crack!
The void at the center of the grand formation suddenly shattered with a thunderous crash, like a mirror breaking apart!
A deep-abyssal pressure ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than that of the three Demon Cardinals combined poured down instantly, like a black ocean bursting through a dam!
Three terrifying demonic shadows, each hundreds of meters tall, forcibly squeezed through the spatial rift!
Three Demon Saints!
Their true bodies had descended!
And above the heads of those three Demon Saints, a gigantic palm formed entirely from pure darkness, blotting out the sky and the sun, was slowly reaching through the rift!
The fatal strike empowered by the Demon Emperor—
had arrived with a thunderous roar!
At this moment, time itself seemed to stop throughout the entire underground city of the Dark Web.
The pressure of destruction caused the souls of everyone present to tremble!
Six Saint-level combatants!
And an attack from a Demon Emperor spanning across dimensions!
The situation had completely spiraled out of control!
“It’s over…”
Huo Zhenshan stared at the enormous black hand blotting out the sky, his face instantly paling to the color of paper.
Despair.
An unprecedented despair.
He had never imagined that the Abyssal Cult would prepare so many contingencies just to kill a single Su Yuan!
This was no longer a matter of facing grave danger.
This was certain death!
Su Yu raised his head and looked at the slowly descending hand of the Demon Emperor.
There was not the slightest trace of fear in his deep eyes.
Instead, they began to blaze with astonishing battle intent!
An attack from a Demon Emperor?
Perfect.
It would be just the thing to test how overbearing the Great Desolate Starfall Dharma Aspect was after he had completed his deductions and brought it to perfection!
Within Su Yu’s body, the billion points of dark-gold divine blood began to boil furiously!
He was just about to draw his spear and unleash his full power—
when, at that moment—
a broad, callused hand, warm and stained with fresh blood, suddenly pressed down on Su Yu’s shoulder!
Huo Zhenshan grabbed Su Yu and pulled him behind himself!
“Get back!”
Huo Zhenshan’s eyes were bloodshot. Like a crazed lion driven into a desperate corner, he roared furiously at Su Yu.
“You’re only a Martial Spirit! What are you trying to prove?!”
“Do you really think that killing a severely wounded Demon Saint makes you invincible under heaven?!”
“That is an attack from a Demon Emperor! Anyone it touches will die!”
Huo Zhenshan clenched his teeth hard as the hundreds of billions of units of qi and blood within him began to burn recklessly, without regard for the consequences.
His hair instantly turned snow-white, and his vitality began to drain away at an alarming rate!
“Listen carefully!”
“I’ll hold them off!”
“Use your concealment technique and do whatever it takes to break out of here alive!”
Huo Zhenshan roughly shoved the magic core he had purchased earlier, along with his storage ring, into Su Yu’s hands.
A tragic, resolute determination filled his eyes.
“You are the future of humanity!”
“You’re only eighteen years old, yet you possess the potential to become a Martial Emperor!”
“As long as you survive, Great Xia will still have hope!”
“Go!”
Accompanied by a roar that shook the heavens—
Huo Zhenshan gave Su Yu no chance to explain.
He burned away his entire origin and transformed into a dazzling meteor, charging fearlessly toward the world-destroying hand of the Demon Emperor!
Boom—!!!!!
An explosion of unimaginable terror erupted in midair!
The blinding light temporarily robbed everyone of their sight.
However—
the disparity in strength was ultimately an impassable chasm.
Even after burning away all his vitality, Huo Zhenshan remained as fragile as an insect trying to stop a chariot before that fatal strike empowered by the Demon Emperor.
One second!
He did not even last a full second!
Crack!
Huo Zhenshan’s indestructible Martial Saint body instantly rang with the dense sound of breaking bones.
His chest collapsed over a wide area!
He vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs. His entire body was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, blasted away at ten times the speed at which he had charged forward!
He slammed heavily into the ruins, creating a bottomless crater!
The Martial Saint Huo Zhenshan had been crippled, his strength reduced by more than half!
And although the Demon Emperor’s hand had dimmed considerably after defeating Huo Zhenshan, it still carried terrifying aftershocks powerful enough to annihilate any Martial Venerable.
It came crashing down toward Su Yu’s position!
“Su Yuan!!!”
Lying amid the ruins, Huo Zhenshan—unable to move even a single finger—let out a shrill, despairing howl.
It’s over!
That attack was far too terrifying!
Even after blocking most of its power himself, the remaining shockwave was still absolutely beyond what a Martial Spirit could withstand!
The peerless prodigy of the human race…
Was he really going to perish here after all?!
Huo Zhenshan shut his eyes in agony, two murky trails of bloody tears sliding from their corners.
And yet—
The scene he had expected, of Su Yu being blasted into a mist of blood, never came.
Boom!
The violent shockwave slammed into Su Yu!
Dust and smoke billowed in every direction!
But—
When the dust finally settled,
Su Yu was still standing quietly in the same spot.
He had not even altered his grip on the spear in the slightest.
That terrifying shockwave, powerful enough to annihilate a Martial Venerable, had not even managed to ruffle the hem of his black windbreaker!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
