"Let me first use ten thousand fortune points to warm up my luck."
Mo Tianxiao thought to himself as he pressed the draw button. A massive cosmic wheel of fortune began spinning wildly, countless divine abilities and treasures from across countless worlds flashing past his eyes in quick succession.
An invisible, untouchable hand reached into the myriad worlds, stirred things around, and pulled up a single beam of light from the cosmic stars. It shot straight into Mo Tianxiao's mind.
[Draw complete. Obtained: Immortal Dao Killing Move - Five Finger Heart Sword!]
[Immortal Dao Killing Move - Five Finger Heart Sword: When you raise your hand, it isn't an apology—it's the Five Finger Heart Sword! A level-jumping killing move. Use with caution.]
"What the hell?"
Mo Tianxiao shot upright, instantly feeling the thrill surge through him.
He'd actually pulled a divine ability! And not just any—it was the legendary sword path, immortal-grade killing move!
"But... can I even use this big move?"
Mo Tianxiao quickly checked the divine ability now imprinted in his mind.
After reviewing it, he let out a sigh of relief. The effect was the same, but the activation condition had been modified to use his own spiritual energy.
Simply put, if he were at the Tribulation Crossing realm, this move would consume all his spiritual energy to condense five sword aura killers that exceeded his own limits, each strike stronger and more insidious than the last.
His current cultivation was at the Saint realm, so naturally it would consume the more powerful Holy Origin Force instead of spiritual energy.
Whether it was spiritual energy, Holy Origin Force, or some even greater power he obtained later, the effect remained unchanged—compress all your strength into a single, most vicious, most ruthless sword killing move!
If ten thousand fortune points could produce such a jackpot, what could a hundred thousand fortune points draw?
Just thinking about it made a rare excitement well up inside Mo Tianxiao.
Just as he was about to go all in and enjoy the thrill, his expression suddenly shifted. He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the great hall and shooting toward the distant skyline.
"They're here?"
The other cultivators in the hall reacted at the same moment, all rising to their feet. "The enemy has arrived!"
Mo Tianxiao looked at the four Quasi-Emperor realm powerhouses and spoke up. "Seniors, let's proceed as planned. We'll go out first and scope things out."
The four Quasi-Emperor experts nodded, their figures instantly fading into the void, their auras completely vanishing. If the Blood God were here, he would surely recognize the technique they used—the Blood Concealment Art, the founding secret method of the Blood God Palace!
That's right. To guarantee the element of surprise, Mo Tianxiao had handed the Blood Concealment Art to them. After all, the Blood God Palace had been destroyed, so naturally its secret arts now belonged to the Tiansha Organization.
As an elder of Tiansha, Mo Tianxiao had the authority to recruit assassins. He had the four Quasi-Emperor powerhouses take positions as elders or deacons in Tiansha, then taught them the Blood Concealment Art.
With such a secret technique, even if they couldn't match the Quasi-Emperors of the Shamo Clan in direct combat, they wouldn't necessarily lose.
The sect protection formation activated, and Mo Tianxiao led over twenty Saint realm experts ten thousand li away. The group of cultivators hovered in midair, the two forces standing opposite each other.
Mo Tianxiao looked at the twenty-odd figures in the distance, his gaze settling on the two in the front. "What business do you two have with my Demon Sect?"
Only two Quasi-Emperors had come. Mo Tianxiao felt confident—two was within acceptable range. If there were no other Quasi-Emperors hiding in the shadows, this battle should be in the bag.
"Hmph, enough talk. Use your Demon Sect's trump card now, or we'll beat you until you have no choice but to use it."
Mo Lu didn't waste words with Mo Tianxiao and stated his purpose directly. "Unless you're an idiot, you should know why we're here."
Mo Tianxiao's face showed disdain. "Here to die? Interesting. But what makes you think I'd use my trump card just because of two Quasi-Emperors?"
"If you want to exhaust my Demon Sect's trump cards, your Shamo Clan would need to send at least five Quasi-Emperor powerhouses to even qualify."
"HAHAHAHA! With just you Saint realm cultivators? Or these formations?"
Mo Lu laughed mockingly at Mo Tianxiao, a cold glint in his eyes. "The sect protection formation is decent, but the rest of these formations—do you think they can stop us? If you don't use your trump card, at least half the cultivators of Demon Province will fall today."
"So... you really only brought two people?"
Mo Tianxiao raised an eyebrow and snapped his fingers. Within a radius of several hundred li, Saint-grade grand formations rose one after another, sealing every single person from the Shamo Clan's party inside.
Mo Lu and the other saw this and their expressions were full of scorn. "You think you can fight us with these formations? You severely underestimate quasi-invisibly-dao entry realm powerhouses."
Mo Tianxiao shook his head and said calmly, "Who said these formations were meant to fight you? They're just a small precaution to keep you from fleeing."
Saint-grade formations certainly couldn't trap Quasi-Emperor experts, but a slight delay in their escape would be more than enough.
Mo Lu and Mo Ye exchanged a glance, about to mock him further, when the space around them suddenly rippled ever so slightly. Four terrifying auras slammed in, and both their faces changed instantly.
"Ambush!"
Without a moment's hesitation, their Quasi-Emperor reflexes kicked in. The instant they sensed something wrong, they summoned their weapons to defend. A round shield had barely materialized when a ferocious barrage of attacks crashed down on them.
The surrounding space shattered like glass, blasting apart in every direction. The two Shamo Clan Quasi-Emperors were severely wounded on the spot, their internal energy churning violently as they sprayed mouthfuls of blood.
If they hadn't hastily conjured that shield to absorb part of the attack, the two of them would likely have been killed right there.
"Hmph. Sharp reactions, the both of you."
Four figures emerged from the void, surrounding Mo Lu and Mo Ye from four directions.
Master Tianji held two bronze coins in his hands, eyeing the shield and longsword in the enemies' grip with mild surprise. "Imperial artifacts. Interesting. Figures—a race that came from outside, richer than the Xuanhuang Realm."
"Imperial artifacts? It's not like we don't have our own."
Yue Tianxing gripped the Brush of Righteous Vitality, his body wreathed in immortal righteous energy. He had a dignified appearance, a burly frame, and the air of a martial-arts-savvy Confucian scholar.
As top-tier powers, every major force naturally possessed its own sect-guarding treasure.
The Righteous Vitality Sect's treasured artifact was the Brush of Righteous Vitality in Yue Tianxing's hand—an Imperial artifact.
As for the two unassuming bronze coins in Master Tianji's hands, those were also Imperial artifacts passed down through the Tianji Pavilion, their power not to be underestimated.
"One for each. Let's just get to it."
Sun Zhantian, standing nearly three meters tall in human form, hoisted a pitch-black staff over his shoulder. His battle intent was already at its peak.
"In that case, this old man will team up with Brother Sun. Let's see which pair of us takes down their enemy first."
An Shouchang was clad in dark gold armor, his hunched back straightening fully, white hair flowing. In his hand was a massive demonic sword brimming with towering evil energy, exuding a thick killing aura. He looked like the God of Slaughter incarnate—merely his presence sent a chill down one's spine.
Mo Tianxiao recognized the technique An old man was using at a glance. It was the same as his own—the imperial-grade demonic method, the Demon Emperor Scripture!
"You tricked us!"
Mo Lu and Mo Ye, upon seeing four Quasi Emperor powerhouses suddenly appear, paled. The first thought that crossed their minds—they've been deceived!
Didn't they say the Xuanhuang Realm had no more dao-aimring-powerhouses? How are there four of them all of a sudden?
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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?!
