Leaning sharply to the left, the black scythe in his hand slashed upward without mercy.
Beneath the hood, the green pupils of the black-robed demon king shrank violently.
His target wasn't the tiger demon.
It was him!
In a desperate situation of being attacked from both front and back, this human didn't defend himself. Instead, he chose to trade his own injuries for a fatal blow against the stronger opponent.
It tried to retreat.
But Chen Guan's scythe had already arrived.
Rip!
A huge gash was torn open in the black robe.
A wound deep enough to reach its internal organs dragged from the black-robed demon king's chest all the way down to its abdomen.
Black demon blood sprayed out.
At the same time, the tiger demon's sharp claws also dug into the center of Chen Guan's back with a muffled thud.
The sound of tearing flesh made one's teeth ache.
But the one whose flesh was torn open wasn't Chen Guan, but the tiger demon. It wildly swung its only remaining claw, howling incessantly.
"You don't need your other arm, either."
The voice was ice-cold.
The black scythe drew a deadly full moon in midair, slashing toward the tiger demon's only remaining arm.
"No!"
The tiger demon was terrified out of its wits.
It wanted to dodge.
But its heavy body now became its most fatal burden.
"How is this possible..." The smile froze on Wei Zhe's face. He watched this scene, his eyes full of disbelief.
He couldn't figure it out.
"A madman who can't be beaten head-on and won't die from a sneak attack in the back... and a mage who can heal him at any time..."
Wei Zhe muttered to himself.
He then looked up and roared hysterically at the two demon kings, "How are we supposed to fight this!"
The black scythe was about to fall.
The tiger demon's other arm was on the verge of being lost.
But the black-robed demon king, who had been forced back, just watched coldly, showing no intention of helping.
"Save me!" the tiger demon let out a final desperate wail.
The black-robed demon king turned a deaf ear to its plea for help.
The arc of the black scythe didn't hesitate for a moment, tearing straight through flesh and blood.
"Pfft!"
Boiling golden demon blood gushed out, turning into a scalding mist of blood that filled the air.
"My arm!" The tiger demon's roar turned into a piercing shriek.
Its massive body crashed backward out of control, a dying beast's whimper squeezing out of its throat.
The severed arm flew out, tumbling before landing on the ground with a smack. The muffled sound of bone and flesh hitting the stone slabs made one's heart clench.
"No... impossible..."
The color instantly drained from Wei Zhe's face.
His lips trembled as if speaking to himself, "A... a freshman... just dismantled my Tier-Seven Demon King?"
His greatest trump card had been turned into a puddle of mangled flesh in just two exchanges.
Just how damn strong are you?!
The black-robed demon king just stood to the side.
"Save..."
The tiger demon rolled on the ground. Losing both arms made it impossible to even steady its posture, leaving it to pathetically bash its head against the ground.
"...save me..."
"I don't want to die."
Its blood-red single eye looked toward the black-robed demon king, letting out a plea from its throat. It could already feel the grim reaper waving at it.
"Hmph."
The black-robed demon king finally moved.
Wei Zhe's breathing stopped for a moment. A final ray of hope burst from his dimmed eyes.
He clenched his fists and muttered, "Yes... kill him! Kill him now!"
But the black shadow drifted forward, its clothes unruffled, landing without a sound.
It walked straight toward the fallen tiger demon.
Wei Zhe's voice caught in his throat.
The next moment, a chill rose from his tailbone and drilled into the marrow of his bones.
A withered, skeletal claw reached out from the sleeve, and five pitch-black nails plunged straight into the tiger demon's back.
"You...!"
The tiger demon's single eye first showed astonishment, which was then replaced by the sheer absurdity of ultimate betrayal.
It roared with its last bit of strength, "Why!"
A powerful suction force came from the claw.
The tiger demon's burly body rapidly shriveled, its muscles and skin collapsing against its bones.
The golden demon blood turned into countless threads of blood, torn from the wound and pouring backward into the withered claw!
Long Ao stopped his punches and couldn't help but say, "What is that guy doing? Killing his own people?"
Yin Chen's voice was low, "The dried corpses downstairs... is this how they were made?"
Su Yuehe watched the bizarre scene of mutual slaughter before her eyes, "Sucked dry... flesh, demon power, and even the soul."
"Stop!" Wei Zhe jumped up, shocked by the scene, and screamed, "What are you doing! That's my man! We had a deal!"
The black-robed demon king ignored him, and the tiger demon's struggles grew weaker and weaker.
Finally, with a violent shudder of its whole body, it stopped moving entirely.
As the black-robed demon king withdrew its hand, the massive, deflated skin sack let out a soft poof and crumbled into a pile of pale white ashes on the ground.
A gust of wind blew past, leaving nothing behind.
The black-robed demon king let out a satisfied sigh.
The aura around it became incredibly heavy, and an oppressive pressure that made chests tight spread out with it at the center.
It raised its head, the green pupils beneath the hood turning toward Wei Zhe, who was slumped on the ground.
"Your man?" The voice was filled with contempt. "A fool who helps count the money after being sold out, and you dare tell me this is your man?"
"You... you lied to me!" Wei Zhe's face was deathly pale. He pointed at it, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. "You promised me."
"I only promised to help you open the Myriad Demon Tower." Surging demonic aura rushed out of its body, making the black robe billow loudly. "As for helping you? Heh, do you really think I came here for a bug like you that can be crushed casually?"
Deep within the hood, two spots of green light ignited.
"Lied to you?"
The laughter was disdainful.
"You're not even qualified to be deceived by me."
As it spat out the last word, heavy air pressure crushed out in all directions.
"Ah..."
Wei Zhe's scream was cut off in his throat.
His body lifted off the ground uncontrollably, smashing into a distant broken wall like a torn sack.
The black robe could no longer withstand the surging demonic aura inside.
It shattered inch by inch, turning into countless fragments that scattered everywhere, revealing its true form underneath.
It looked quite large, but after revealing its true form, it turned out to be a fluttering moth.
Su Yuehe chimed in with a timely explanation: the scientific name for this little creature was the Thousand-Faced Moth, a demon specializing in illusions and extremely hard to kill.
The Thousand-Faced Moth no longer had the slightest interest in the paralyzed Wei Zhe in the corner.
It couldn't even be bothered to spare another glance at the wet stain spreading beneath the man.
A useless human, dead or alive, didn't matter. To it, Wei Zhe no longer had any value.
Its gaze stopped on the continuously silent Chen Guan.
"What a fine vessel, and with that skill in healing, you really make me see you in a new light. So you're a Tier-Six."
Having gained new strength, the Thousand-Faced Moth could finally see Chen Guan's true strength clearly, which put its mind at ease. The unknown was always the most terrifying.
The wind had passed, the rain had stopped, and the fluttering moth felt like it could take on the world again.
The words sounded like praise, but they gave everyone present a layer of goosebumps on their backs.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
