In midair.
The last remaining cardinal and a Demon Saint were completely dumbfounded.
They stared blankly at the four clouds of blood mist slowly dispersing around them.
Their minds had gone completely blank.
Their entire bodies began to tremble violently, entirely beyond their control.
What the hell was going on?!
What had just happened?!
This kid… wasn’t he a Martial Emperor???
Hadn’t the formation already suppressed him completely???
Why?!
Why had the attack he unleashed with that single thrust… seemed to reach the level of an Emperor???
One thrust had instantly killed four Saints?!
What the hell kind of human being could do that?!
Among the ruins.
Huo Zhenshan, who had already prepared himself to die, was now utterly bewildered.
His murky eyes were wide open as he stared at Su Yu’s tall, straight back clad in black.
He felt as though his entire worldview was collapsing before his eyes.
For crying out loud!!!
A few days ago, outside the capital’s Martial Arts University, hadn’t you only managed to fight that heavily wounded Demon Saint to a six-four split?!
Hadn’t you merely been able to keep the Demon Saint pinned down, ultimately relying on desperate measures to force out your first kill?!
How many days had passed?!
And now, with a single thrust, you had directly killed four Saints at full strength?!
The speed at which your combat power was expanding—did you drain the entire dragon vein of the Great Xia Kingdom?!
In the shadows.
Ji Wuyue, who had originally planned to watch Su Yu be hacked to pieces, was currently hiding behind a huge boulder.
She covered her mouth tightly, preventing herself from letting out a terrified scream.
Her whole body was trembling like a sieve.
An ambush?
She had gone to such lengths, joined forces with the Abyssal Cult, and laid out this inescapable net.
What kind of monster had they actually ambushed?!
This wasn’t hunting down an unparalleled genius.
This was clearly taking the initiative to stretch their necks beneath the blade of an unrivaled god of slaughter!
In midair.
The surviving cardinal finally came to his senses from his extreme terror.
Run!
He had to run!
This Su Yuan was no Martial Emperor at all!
He was absolutely a hidden Martial Emperor of humanity!
But…
Within the Nine Nether Heaven-Locking Death Array, they couldn’t escape either!
“Lord Demon Emperor!!!”
The cardinal let out an utterly despairing howl.
Without the slightest hesitation, he struck the crown of his own skull with his palm, shattering it.
The Abyssal Demon Saint beside him made the same choice.
Bang! Bang!
The corpses of the two Saint-level powerhouses transformed into two exceptionally dense sources of abyssal energy.
They shot straight into the sky and slammed fiercely into the spatial rift at the center of the formation!
A sacrifice!
The two remaining Saint-level powerhouses used their own lives as coordinates, once again forcibly expanding the abyssal passage!
“Rumble—!!!”
The spatial rift instantly expanded tenfold!
A wave of pure darkness, countless times more immense than before, surged out from the depths of the passage.
The enormous hand of the Demon Emperor, which had originally been dimmed somewhat after Huo Zhenshan’s impact, instantly became solid and substantial after absorbing the sacrifices of the two Saints.
Even the twisted abyssal law patterns in its palm became clearly visible!
Carrying enough terrifying might to crush this entire world, it once again came crashing down toward Su Yu!
“Su Yuan! Get out of the way!!!”
Huo Zhenshan’s eyes bulged with desperation, and he instinctively tried to shout a warning.
But when he saw the frighteningly calm profile of Su Yu’s face, Huo Zhenshan’s voice abruptly caught in his throat.
He stood there in stunned disbelief, forgetting even to breathe.
Because he saw that, in the face of this strike from the Demon Emperor—an attack powerful enough to annihilate an entire city—
Su Yu not only didn’t dodge.
He didn’t even seem to have any intention of re-forming his protective astral energy.
He simply stood there quietly.
He shook the dark-red spear in his hand, which had grown slightly hot from bearing too much force.
Su Yu raised his head.
His gaze locked onto the Demon Emperor’s hand, which blotted out the sky.
He lowered his waist slightly, and the great dragon of his spine suddenly unfurled.
Then came another thrust!
“Kill.”
Boom—!!!
This thrust had no flashy name.
It contained only destruction in its purest form!
Soul-forging peak spear intent fused perfectly with dark-gold divine blood at the Martial Emperor level!
It transformed into a dark-gold beam of light that pierced through heaven and earth, surging upward against the current!
Ssssh!
The instant the beam of light came into contact with the Demon Emperor’s hand—
There was no stalemate.
No explosion.
That terrifying hand, which contained the supreme will of the Abyssal Sovereign, was as fragile as tofu before the dark-gold beam. It was split apart directly down the middle!
It was utterly unstoppable!
It swept forward with overwhelming force!
The dark-gold beam continued upward. Not only did it shatter the Demon Emperor’s hand, it even blasted directly into the enormous abyssal passage!
“Roar—!!!”
From deep within the passage came a muffled bellow filled with rage and pain.
Then—
Crack.
The law patterns along the edge of the abyssal passage completely shattered.
Heaven and earth were annihilated.
The world instantly fell silent.
The blood-red barrier filling the sky vanished without a trace.
Above the shattered roof of the Dark Web Underground City, the cold moonlight of the outskirts of the capital appeared once more.
Everything seemed as though it had never happened.
Only the ruins covering the ground bore witness to the godlike battle that had just destroyed heaven and earth.
Huo Zhenshan lay in the bottom of a crater.
He was completely dazed.
His mouth hung open, and he looked like a stone statue weathered by a thousand years of wind and rain.
There was only one thought frantically echoing through his mind.
That strike just now…
The very strike for which he had risked his life, burned through his entire origin, and nearly died—
Why had it seemed so weak when it hit this kid?!
Was that even reasonable?!
Wasn’t he a Martial Emperor?!
Wasn’t he a dignified Nation-Guarding Martial Saint?!
Why was it that an attack he himself couldn’t withstand for even a second had been pierced straight through by a single thrust from this kid?
It even seemed as though the spear had traveled through the network and wounded the Demon Emperor on the other side!
Huo Zhenshan felt that the martial path he had cultivated for more than a hundred years had all been wasted on a dog.
Su Yu stood where he was.
He looked up at the abyssal passage, whose spatial rift was slowly healing in midair.
The other end of the passage led to the Abyssal Plane.
Su Yu gripped his spear, and a trace of eager anticipation flashed through his eyes.
Should he… just charge in?
Go over there and make a fortune?
But—
Su Yu had only just raised one foot when he lowered it again.
“Forget it.”
Su Yu shook his head and quietly calculated in his mind.
“The Abyssal Plane is their home turf, after all. I have no idea how many Demon Emperors are hidden inside.”
“My normal combat power is currently comparable to that of a Martial Emperor, but the mecha was shattered just now.”
“If I rely only on the fivefold amplification from the Great Wilderness Starfall Dharma Idol, there’s still a risk that I could be surrounded and attacked by more than a dozen Demon Emperors.”
It was better to be cautious.
Keeping a low profile and developing steadily was the true path to kingship.
Once he returned and recharged the more than two trillion in cash, completing his fourth qi-and-blood compression and raising his combat power by another major step—
It wouldn’t be too late to go on a killing spree throughout the Abyss.
With that thought, Su Yu’s mind stirred, and his spiritual power surged outward.
He forcibly erased the remaining abyssal rift in midair.
The passage closed completely.
The hidden danger was eliminated.
Su Yu put away his spear, and the dark-gold divine blood within his body instantly receded.
His aura once again fell back to its ordinary, unremarkable state.
He turned around.
He ignored Huo Zhenshan, who was lying in the crater and questioning his entire existence.
He also paid no attention to Ji Wuyue, who was trembling in terror in the shadows.
Instead, he began walking unhurriedly through the ruins, which had fallen into complete silence.
He bent down.
Picked up a storage ring.
Then bent down again.
Picked up a demon core radiating a dense fluctuation of energy.
He began cleaning up the battlefield.
This was the real highlight of the day.
The legacies of six Saint-level powerhouses—an absolutely staggering fortune beyond all estimation.
Su Yu was immensely pleased.
This trip to the darknet had been well worth it.
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!" "......"
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
