The Demon Emperor was enraged!
It was the mighty Abyssal Sovereign, yet one of its subordinates had been slain right under its nose by a human as insignificant as an ant!
And even a trace of its projection had been wounded!
Its enormous hand abruptly turned, intent on crushing Su Yu to pieces.
However.
The moment the Demon Saint died, the Abyssal Array—which had served as both the coordinate and the sacrifice—collapsed instantly.
The Abyssal Passage that had been forcibly torn open began to contract and close violently once it lost its energy support.
The power of the plane’s laws transformed into countless bolts of lightning and struck the enormous hand with merciless force.
The Demon Emperor’s hand let out an unwilling roar.
Before the passage could completely close, it had no choice but to withdraw into the Abyss.
Rumble!
The pitch-black rift instantly sealed shut.
The sky returned to its former clarity.
…
Abandoned industrial district.
A deathly silence prevailed.
A gentle breeze swept past, stirring up a sky full of black ash.
Sunlight pierced through the thin mist and once again spilled across the devastated earth.
High in the air.
The smoke and dust slowly dispersed.
A figure hovered there in silence.
Su Yu was gasping heavily. More than half of the dark-gold divine blood in his body had already been consumed.
The silver battle armor that had originally been filled with a futuristic, technological aesthetic was now battered beyond recognition, revealing the black combat uniform beneath, drenched in sweat.
The spear in his hand had shattered.
Yet his upright figure had not bent in the slightest.
The sunlight illuminated his cold, sharply defined features.
To all the survivors below, it left behind an astonishingly handsome silhouette that seemed to belong to a God of War.
In the distance.
Several off-road vehicles bearing military insignia came speeding toward them.
Before the vehicles had even come to a complete stop, several military battlefield reporters with cameras and recording equipment hanging from their chests came tumbling out.
They had originally been ordered to film news footage of Nie Changkong exterminating the evil cult’s stronghold.
But the moment they reached the outskirts, they witnessed the earth-shaking scene that had just taken place—an event destined to go down in history!
“Quick! Start shooting!”
“Oh my God!”
Click, click, click, click—
Countless camera flashes were aimed at the battered yet invincible silhouette in the air as the reporters frantically pressed their shutters.
High in the air.
Su Yu hovered quietly.
The shattered “Firmament” battle armor made faint metallic scraping sounds in the breeze.
He lowered his head.
Then he looked at his slightly trembling hands.
The split wound at the base of his thumb was healing at a visible rate under the astonishing regenerative power of the Void Tyrant Physique.
But Su Yu’s brows remained tightly furrowed.
Not enough!
He still wasn’t strong enough!
The battle just now had seemed utterly effortless, but in truth, it had been perilous in the extreme.
Against the Demon Saint, he had indeed been able to achieve absolute suppression.
But when the Demon Emperor’s enormous hand tore through the void and descended with a thunderous force, Su Yu had truly felt a suffocating threat of death!
It was the absolute suppression of one life form over another!
If he hadn’t made a split-second decision—combining Martial King-level spiritual power with the spear intent of the Soul-Forging Peak to forcibly split the Demon Emperor’s palm, then killing the Demon Saint before the Abyssal Passage could close—
Once the Demon Emperor’s projection had fully stabilized, the one who died here today would definitely have been him!
“My cultivation realm is still too low.”
Su Yu silently calculated his situation.
Nine million units of dark-gold divine blood sounded impressive, and his combat strength was indeed comparable to that of a Martial Saint.
But he was ultimately only a Martial Spirit!
When facing a true Abyssal Sovereign, even a projection crossing between worlds had pushed him so hard.
If he wanted to truly sweep aside everything in this perilous world, he still had to become stronger!
He had to keep spending money to power up!
But where was he supposed to get the money?
The one trillion yuan compensation from the Chen family had already been converted into power by him in a single burst the previous night.
At present, less than one billion yuan remained in his storage ring.
For the realms ahead—where breaking through could easily require hundreds of billions or even trillions of years’ worth of cultivation—this amount was nothing more than a drop in the bucket!
A blazing light flashed through Su Yu’s deep, translucent eyes.
After he returned this time, he had to find a way to get money, no matter what!
He had saved four Martial Kings from the military.
He had rescued Nie Changkong, the vice principal of Jingwu.
And in front of the Nation-Guarding Martial Saint, he had personally slain an Abyssal Demon Saint!
With such astonishing achievements, asking for several trillion yuan worth of resources shouldn’t be excessive, right?
In fact…
Su Yu stroked his chin.
An astonishingly bold idea quietly emerged in his mind.
Perhaps he could find an opportunity to ask the military—or Nie Changkong—
Could they directly assign him a mint?
He could print his own money and spend it himself!
Unlimited recharging!
Unlimited deductions!
As long as the printing press kept running, he could raise his vital energy to the Martial Emperor realm in the shortest possible time, perhaps even surpassing the Martial Emperor realm!
Once this thought surfaced, he could no longer suppress it.
Su Yu took a deep breath.
Inside his body.
The nine million units of dark-gold divine blood continued to surge and roar through his meridians, radiating a terrifying pressure that seemed almost tangible.
He no longer activated the “Myriad Forms Concealment Technique” to restrain his aura.
There was no need.
Now that his trump card had been exposed, now that he had displayed such combat power, continuing to hide his strength would only seem affected.
Besides.
He was currently using the identity of “Su Yuan,” his shadow persona.
The more terrifyingly powerful he appeared, and the more mysterious his background seemed, the more confidence he would have when asking for resources later!
He would take advantage of this opportunity to demand an enormous haul of resources!
Whoosh—
Su Yu’s figure flashed as he slowly descended from the air.
At the outskirts of the abandoned industrial district.
A deathly silence reigned.
Aside from the military battlefield reporters in the distance, who were still frantically pressing their shutters with a constant series of clicks, everyone present held their breath.
Su Yu’s feet touched the ground.
He stepped onto the charred ruins, producing a faint crunch of breaking debris.
He said nothing.
He merely stood there in silence.
But the undisguised pressure of his nine million units of dark-gold divine blood swept in all directions like a Category Ten hurricane!
Overbearing!
Weighty!
It even carried a trace of the ultimate deathly stillness left behind by the recent slaughter of the Demon Saint!
Around him.
The four Martial Kings from the military whom Nie Changkong had brought out all lowered their heads in unison.
They did not dare to look directly at him!
Even though they were battle-hardened soldiers, even though they had fought monsters countless times along the Abyssal Frontiers, when faced with the young man in the shattered armor before them, they instinctively felt awe arising from the depths of their souls.
The strong were revered!
This was an eternal law of the martial world!
Mowu Vice Principal Lei Qianjue swallowed hard.
His one remaining eye was fixed on Su Yu, filled with overwhelming shock.
“Martial Saint Huo.”
Lei Qianjue’s voice was hoarse. He couldn’t help turning toward Huo Zhenshan beside him.
“What… exactly happened just now?”
“The Demon Emperor descended. The Abyssal Passage had clearly been forcibly opened.”
“Why… did the Demon Emperor retreat?”
Although Lei Qianjue was a Martial Emperor, the moment the Demon Emperor descended, he had been sent flying by its pressure and had failed to see what had truly happened at the very core of the Abyssal Realm.
He had only seen the Demon Emperor’s enormous hand reach out, followed by Su Yu soaring into the sky.
Then the Demon Saint had died, and the Abyssal Passage had closed.
Everything had happened far too quickly, and it had all seemed utterly unreal!
Upon hearing Lei Qianjue’s question.
All the Martial Emperors and Martial Kings present pricked up their ears.
Their gazes turned in unison toward Huo Zhenshan, the Nation-Guarding Martial Saint.
Huo Zhenshan stood where he was.
This pillar of the nation, who stood at the very pinnacle of Great Xia, fell into a long silence.
He looked at the cold, iron-like young man before him.
His deep eyes were filled with emotions so complex they were impossible to describe.
Shock.
Disbelief.
And, more than anything, the dazed feeling of having witnessed the birth of a legend.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
