"Senior Liao!"
The young cultivators watched with tearful eyes as Elder Liao led four Saint King peak experts out of the formation, facing eight quasi-emperors, dozens of Saint realm cultivators, and an army of over a million enemy soldiers.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Seeing Elder Liao's resolve, Zhou Muxi intended to lead all righteous cultivators into a desperate final fight. Even if they couldn't defeat the alien race, they would at least tear a chunk of flesh from their enemies before dying.
"Lass Zhou, you are the future of the Central Plains. We old bones don't have long to live anyway—if we die, we die. You must survive."
Elder Liao waved his hand, and the Floating Cloud Merchant Guild tower trembled violently, expanding suddenly to envelop Zhou Muxi and the others within its protective shield.
Then, Elder Liao turned to the alien race. "You alien scum, do not look down on the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm."
With that, Elder Liao unhesitatingly burned his lifespan and charged straight at Moke, who led the enemy forces. However, in the next second, two alien quasi-emperors blocked his path, intercepting him.
Boom!!
The great battle erupted in an instant. Zhang Wudao and the other three Saint King peak experts likewise chose to burn their life force, exhausting their potential, their cultivation surging to a level infinitely close to quasi-emperor.
"Compared to demonic cultivators, the alien race makes me feel even more disgusted."
Zhang Wudao wasted no words, locking onto an alien quasi-emperor and launching a direct assault.
He truly hated the demonic cultivators, but the alien race's actions had completely dehumanized the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm. Such conduct was utterly despicable in the eyes of a former leader of the righteous path.
"Futile resistance. Kill them all."
Moke remained expressionless, feeling nothing at the sight of the few who had come out early to meet their deaths.
They were just natives. Even if they had produced remarkable figures in the past, natives were still natives. The Xuanhuang Realm, long since withdrawn from the starry stage, could no longer compare with their mighty race.
Moke gave the order, and seven quasi-emperors struck simultaneously, surrounding the five cultivators.
"Foolish humans, do you think burning your lifespan makes you worthy of fighting us?"
Even though they were Saint King peak experts, even with their lifespan burning, facing such overwhelming disparity in numbers and cultivation, the five were instantly put on the defensive, toyed with mercilessly by the alien experts.
Before long, one Saint King peak expert was torn to shreds by several alien quasi-emperors, dying on the spot.
"Damn it! Those bastards!"
Protected within the Floating Cloud Merchant Guild tower, the righteous cultivators could only watch helplessly as their seniors fell amidst the alien race's ruthless mockery, their bodies utterly destroyed. All of them burned with fury.
"In the eyes of the Shamo race, you are nothing but ants. For the sake of us being fellow cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm, you'd best surrender now. Serve the Shamo race, and you may find a sliver of hope. Stubborn resistance will lead to no good end."
The million cultivators who had betrayed the Xuanhuang Realm and defected to the Shamo race tried to persuade them. At this point, any reasonable person could see that the Xuanhuang Realm had no power to resist the Shamo race.
Rather than struggle desperately for survival, better to grovel and survive. Following the Shamo race might even grant them a chance to step into the cosmic starfields one day.
"Screw you, you traitor dogs! As cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm, you help aliens massacre your own kind! You're not worthy of being called human!"
"Everyone fights for their own survival—different choices, that's all. No matter how angry you are, in the end, we're the ones who'll live. The outcome won't change. Since you refuse to listen to good advice, just wait here to die."
The traitorous cultivators shook their heads. "He who knows the times is a wise man. This is the world of cultivation."
"Hah! Bullshit!"
Zhang Wudao, covered in wounds, spat out a mouthful of blood and glared at those who had sided with the aliens. "Cowardly dogs without a spine—you're not even worthy of being called sons of men. You're worse than demonic or heretical cultivators."
Gripping his sword in one hand, Zhang Wudao cried out to the heavens, "My only regret is that I couldn't slay you scum before I die!"
With that, Zhang Wudao charged straight into the alien ranks, roaring angrily, "I am Zhang Wudao of the Supreme Dao Sect! Alien bastards, remember my name!"
A quasi-emperor stepped forward to intercept him, only to see Zhang Wudao's entire body cracking with fissures. Realizing the danger, he shouted, "Not good! Fall back!"
Boom!!!
Before he could retreat, a Saint King peak expert detonated himself along with an emperor-grade artifact. The terrifying force swept across a thousand miles, collapsing the very fabric of space.
The alien quasi-emperor who had tried to block him was blasted away, severely injured on the spot. The traitorous cultivators nearest to the blast were vaporized without a trace.
"Senior uncle..."
Inside the formation, Zhang Qingyu's face was emotionless, but his fists were clenched so hard they were bleeding.
"Rest in peace. I will avenge you. The alien race—I will kill them all."
Zhang Qingyu, who had once sought only the Dao, now carried a new purpose in his heart: for the rest of his life, he would hunt the Shamo race to extinction.
"Cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm! We die fighting! We will never become slaves to the aliens!"
Elder Liao's eyes burned with resolve. Burning his soul power, his strength surged once again. Breaking free from the two quasi-emperors, he charged at the alien quasi-emperor who had been gravely wounded by Zhang Wudao's self-destruction, and wrapped his arms around him.
"Come to the grave with me!"
Boom!!!
Without the slightest hesitation, Elder Liao detonated both his flesh and soul together. The overwhelming blast shook heaven and earth. The surrounding quasi-emperors rapidly retreated ten thousand miles away. The entire space was obliterated into nothingness, and a wisp of law's remnant force drifted through the void before dissipating.
A massive hollow gap appeared in the void, and the alien quasi-emperor was gone without a trace.
The alien quasi-emperors were still reeling from shock when two more explosions rang out in succession. Several quasi-emperors were wounded on the spot, and even two of their emperor artifacts were destroyed.
All five righteous seniors who had gone out to battle were dead.
The Shamo race lost one quasi-emperor, and three more were severely wounded. As for the traitors, over ten thousand of them perished.
"Damn natives!"
Moke's face was dark as thunder. With such an overwhelming advantage, they'd still managed to lose a late-stage quasi-emperor.
"Attack! Smash that broken tower to pieces!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
Recovering their composure, the alien quasi-emperors launched a frenzied assault, and Moke himself joined the fray with an iron hammer in hand.
Boom! Boom!
Wave upon wave of attacks came down. In a matter of moments, the Floating Cloud Merchant Guild tower began to buckle, its runes starting to dissolve.
The traitorous cultivators joined in the assault on the tower with all their might. Among them, Huangfu Yunteng was especially zealous. He was desperate to finish off the cultivators of the Central Plains and the Western Regions, then march on to the Demon Province.
He didn't care what happened to the Xuanhuang Realm. He only wanted the Demon Sect destroyed. He only wanted Mo Tianxiao dead!
"Everyone, stay alert! Once the defense falls, fight with everything you have!"
Zhou Muxi called out loudly, her face grim.
One quasi-emperor and four Saint King peak experts, sacrificing themselves in self-destruction, had only managed to take down one alien quasi-emperor. The cost was too heavy.
But there was no other way. Against quasi-emperors, everyone else was no better than ants.
Crack! Shatter!
Soon enough, the tower collapsed, its runes scattering into nothing. The Floating Cloud Merchant Guild's emperor artifact was destroyed. All surviving cultivators of the Central Plains were exposed.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Moke's lips. "Kill them all! Spare no one!"
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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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!
