A layer of extremely restrained yet overwhelmingly domineering dark-golden astral energy slowly circulated over his body, swallowing all the destructive force without a trace.
Amid the ruins, Huo Zhenshan suddenly opened his eyes.
He stared blankly at Su Yu, who stood completely unharmed. His mind ground to a complete halt.
How was this possible?!
How could a Martial Spirit possibly withstand the aftermath of a Demon Emperor’s strike without suffering so much as a scratch?!
Just then, Huo Zhenshan’s keen Martial Saint instincts suddenly detected a faint fluctuation of qi and blood leaking unintentionally from Su Yu’s body after he had forcibly endured the attack.
It was only the slightest trace.
Yet it struck Huo Zhenshan like a thunderbolt!
Over a hundred million?!
The quality and pressure of this qi and blood… had definitely surpassed one hundred million!!!
A Martial Emperor?!
Huo Zhenshan’s eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief and absurdity.
How the hell was this possible?!
A few days ago, when this kid had slain a Demon Saint outside the capital’s Martial University, he had clearly only unleashed the qi and blood of a peak Martial Spirit—nine million!
How many days had passed since then?!
Not only had he broken through the seemingly insurmountable threshold of the Martial King realm, he had actually crossed the entire Martial King realm in one leap—
and soared all the way to the Martial Emperor realm?!
What kind of monstrous breakthrough speed was that?! Even a rocket couldn’t be this ridiculous!!!
But after the brief shock passed, the despair in Huo Zhenshan’s eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
So what if he was a Martial Emperor?!
Even a peak Martial Emperor would face certain death in the desperate situation before them!
There were three Martial Saints, plus three Demon Saints!
Six Saint-level powerhouses were eyeing them like ravenous tigers!
Even the Jade Emperor himself couldn’t save them now!
“Cough, cough…”
Huo Zhenshan coughed violently, spewing out mouthfuls of blood.
Summoning the last of his strength, he roared hoarsely at Su Yu.
“Stop standing there!”
“Even a Martial Emperor can’t beat them!”
“Before they surround us…”
“Run!!!”
Huo Zhenshan’s roar echoed through the ruins, thick with despair.
But Su Yu did not move.
He stood where he was, his deep eyes calmly sweeping over the six terrifying figures suspended in midair.
Three cardinals.
Three Demon Saints.
Six surging waves of Martial Saint-level qi and blood, each exceeding ten billion, had transformed this underground space—sealed by the formation—into a suffocating hell of slaughter.
“Run?”
The leading cardinal floated in midair, looking down at Su Yu from above with an especially grating sneer.
“Within the Nine Nether Heaven-Locking Death Formation, not even a fly can escape!”
His eyes flicked over the dark-golden astral energy flowing across Su Yu’s body. A hint of surprise flashed through them, but it was quickly overwhelmed by contempt.
“No wonder you were able to withstand the aftermath of Lord Demon Emperor’s attack.”
“So you broke through to the Martial Emperor realm.”
“An eighteen-year-old Martial Emperor is indeed a peerless genius rarely seen among humanity in ten thousand years.”
The cardinal shook his head, his tone radiating an absolute, lofty arrogance.
“What a pity.”
“You know nothing about true power.”
“Don’t assume that breaking through to the Martial Emperor realm means you can cross that seemingly insurmountable barrier.”
“The gap between a Martial Emperor and a Martial Saint is far greater than you can imagine!”
“Today, you are destined to be crushed into minced meat!”
Boom!
The six Saint-level powerhouses simultaneously took a step forward.
Six waves of pressure powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth descended upon Su Yu like tangible mountains, ruthlessly bearing down on him!
Faced with this suffocating pressure, Su Yu merely rolled his neck slightly.
His bones erupted with a crisp series of cracks.
“Enough with the nonsense.”
Su Yu’s tone was flat.
With a thought—
Buzz!
A dark-gold spatial hub, its surface shimmering with the radiance of stars, appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The “Starfall”—the state-guardian-grade fighter suit kit gifted by Zong Yan.
Without the slightest hesitation, Su Yu slammed it against his chest!
Click, click, click!
Dark-gold liquid metal instantly surged out of the hub. As if endowed with a life of its own, it rapidly spread across Su Yu’s body.
In the blink of an eye,
a close-fitting battle armor with an ancient yet domineering design, radiating the terrifying might of a state-guardian-grade weapon, tightly encased Su Yu from head to toe!
But this was only the beginning.
“Establish the link.”
Su Yu gave a low shout.
Boom—!
Inside the spatial hub, the hundred-meter-tall phantom of the heavy combat mech suddenly opened its scarlet eyes!
A violent surge of firepower, far surpassing the limits of a Martial Saint, tore through space behind Su Yu with a thunderous roar, preparing to seamlessly connect with the battle armor on his body!
The sudden turn of events caused the expressions of the six Saint-level powerhouses in midair to change drastically!
“A state-guardian-grade mech?!”
The red-robed cardinal at the head cried out in shock, a look of terror instantly flooding his eyes.
The state-guardian-grade mechs of Great Xia were ultimate weapons capable of increasing a Martial Saint’s combat power by several times over!
“Stop him!”
“Do not let him complete the fusion!”
The red-robed cardinal roared himself hoarse.
The six Saint-level powerhouses no longer dared to hold anything back. The tens of billions of units of qi and blood within their bodies erupted without reserve!
“Nine Hells’ Absolute Slaughter!”
The formation activated at full power!
Countless thick blood-red chains reached out from the void, winding tightly around the phantom of the mech behind Su Yu in an attempt to forcibly interrupt the connection!
At the same time,
three blood-red blades that tore through space, along with three clusters of destructive demonic radiance containing the essence of the Abyss,
rained down toward Su Yu’s position like six falling meteors!
There was nowhere to dodge!
Even Huo Zhenshan at his peak would have been blasted into scraps by these six attacks!
And yet,
facing this overwhelming killing blow,
Su Yu’s deep eyes showed no trace of panic.
Only a calmness that saw through everything.
“There’s no time to put it on completely.”
Su Yu sensed the mech phantom behind him being dragged back by the formation, with only half of it successfully linked.
He did not force the matter.
Within his body, the ten million points of dark-gold divine blood—compressed three times, with a normal destructive force comparable to that of a Martial Emperor—
boiled over completely at this moment!
Boom!!!
Su Yu gripped the dark-red spear, around which a gray-black dragon coiled.
Using the state-guardian-grade mech phantom that had only half completed its connection,
he poured his Martial Emperor-level qi and blood into it without holding anything back!
The battle armor amplified it!
The mech resonated with it!
Sixfold! Sevenfold!!!
At that instant, Su Yu’s combat power underwent an unbelievably terrifying surge, rising in a manner that defied the laws of physics!
He raised his head.
Facing the six attacks capable of destroying the heavens and annihilating the earth,
he thrust out his spear!
“Eight Wastelands, Annihilation.”
Four plain words escaped Su Yu’s lips.
Yet they seemed to proclaim him the sole ruler of this world.
Ssssh—!!!
There was no deafening explosion.
No dazzling, resplendent display of light.
Only an intensely pure, utterly lifeless gray-black spear beam erupted from the tip of the weapon!
The instant this spear beam appeared,
time throughout the entire darknet underground city seemed to be forcibly erased.
Space, as fragile as glass, was silently cleaved apart by the spear beam, leaving behind a pitch-black rift a thousand meters long!
Those six terrifying attacks, powerful enough to annihilate any Martial Saint,
the moment they came into contact with the spear beam...
Like the last patch of snow beneath the blazing sun, they failed to hold out for even a millisecond before vanishing into thin air!
The spear’s radiance did not slow.
In an instant, it pierced through the four figures suspended in midair!
Two cardinals.
Two Abyssal Demon Saints.
Their expressions were still frozen in the ferocity and absolute confidence of certain victory from the previous second.
Then—
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four Martial Saint bodies, each possessing tens of billions of vitality, exploded in midair like four blooming blood-red fireworks.
Their remains vanished without a trace!
Even their souls were completely obliterated by that annihilating thrust!
One thrust!
Four Saint-level combatants slain!
But—
At the very moment that earth-shaking strike was completed—
“Crack!”
A crisp sound came from Su Yu.
The surface of the previously overbearing Nation-Guardian-grade battle armor instantly filled with countless fine cracks.
Immediately afterward—
Boom!
The armor, along with the half-summoned phantom of the battle mecha behind him, could no longer withstand the terrifying power within Su Yu—power comparable to that of a Martial Emperor, forcibly amplified six or seven times over.
Unable to bear the burden any longer,
it shattered outright into a shower of dark-gold scrap metal!
The fragments drifted down in a glittering cascade, scattering across the ground.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Throughout the entire Dark Web Underground City, the only sound left was the crisp clatter of scrap metal striking the ground.
It was as though the air had been completely sucked away.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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!" "......"
