At the same time, the Bone Lord’s enormous bone scythe swept in from behind Chen Guan, carrying an icy aura of death and sealing off every possible avenue of escape.
Caught between the two Ghost Kings, Chen Guan came to a sudden stop and swung the scythe in his hand forward with all his strength.
【② Netherworld Strike (Active): Consumes mental power. The next attack inflicts heavy soul damage and an icy erosion effect.】
This was a skill Chen Guan rarely used, but against spiritual entities like shikigami, it proved extraordinarily effective.
In an instant, Chen Guan vanished from where he stood.
The next moment, he appeared behind the Asura Ghost King. The dark-red scythe in his hand swept upward from an incredibly tricky angle, cutting through the six arms that held the Asura’s weapons.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Six muffled impacts rang out in perfect unison.
The six burly arms, along with the six divine weapons they held, were severed from Asura’s body and sent flying into the sky.
“Roar!”
The Asura Ghost King let out a howl of agony, but before it could react, the black scythe had already completed another turn, slicing effortlessly through its neck.
Its enormous head went flying.
Its massive body, just like those of the low-level shikigami before it, rapidly withered in midair before finally transforming into a stream of pure black energy—one hundred times denser than before—which the scythe greedily devoured.
A Ghost King had fallen.
From the moment Chen Guan attacked to the moment he killed it, less than three seconds had passed.
On the other side, the Bone Lord’s bone scythe swept through empty air. The two soul flames in its hollow eye sockets flickered violently, clearly unable to understand why its companion had died in an instant.
It had no time to think.
Chen Guan had already appeared in front of it.
“The second.”
Chen Guan’s voice was utterly emotionless. After devouring the energy of a Ghost King, the dark-red glow on his scythe had grown even more sinister, flowing slowly as if the weapon were alive.
He struck with a single swing.
The Bone Lord raised its bone scythe to block.
Clang!
A deafening boom rang out.
The Bone Lord’s enormous scythe, forged from the bones of countless powerful figures, was actually cleaved in two by a single blow.
The black scythe continued forward, splitting its entire body down the middle.
Another surge of tremendous black energy was drawn into the scythe.
“How… is this possible?”
In the distance, the smile on Xiong Qingbai’s face finally froze.
The Ghost Kings he was so proud of—powerful shikigami, each one capable of giving even a sixth-tier expert a massive headache—were as fragile as paper before this man.
That scythe… There was something strange about it!
He immediately sensed the crux of the problem.
The disappearance of a group of low-level cannon fodder had not caught his attention, but now that Ghost King-level entities had fallen, he instantly noticed something unusual.
With every kill, his opponent’s weapon was absorbing his shikigami!
“It doesn’t matter. My shikigami are immortal.”
Xiong Qingbai forcibly suppressed the unease in his heart and rapidly formed hand seals, attempting to resummon the Asura Ghost King and the Bone Lord that had been slain.
This was the core ability of an onmyoji. As long as the soul contracts with their shikigami remained intact, and they had sufficient spiritual power, destroyed shikigami could be reconstructed in a short time.
However, once the seals were complete, nothing happened.
The soul links between him and the two Ghost Kings had been severed as cleanly as if cut by a pair of scissors.
They had been completely erased.
“What… what did you do to my shikigami?!”
For the first time, uncontrollable terror entered Xiong Qingbai’s voice. He stared fixedly at the increasingly sinister scythe in Chen Guan’s hand as a chilling conjecture surfaced in his mind.
That scythe was devouring souls!
His answer came in the form of another earth-shaking boom.
Chen Guan charged straight into the remaining ten Ghost Kings. He abandoned all defense, enduring their attacks head-on and allowing them to strike his body, pushing his absurd regenerative ability to its absolute limit.
At the same time, the scythe in his hand transformed into a black whirlwind that reaped life itself.
The Wind-Thunder Demon King’s lightning spear was severed by a single blow, along with its entire arm.
The Snow Woman Queen, whose entire body was covered in ice, had its skull split open by a single swing after Chen Guan closed in, its core shattered along with it.
The remaining Ghost Kings faced this madman who neither dodged nor retreated, yet whose every attack was lethal. For the first time, they experienced an emotion known as fear.
They were Ghost Kings—the very embodiments of slaughter.
Yet the man before them looked even more like a demon god than they did!
“Stop him! Stop him!”
Xiong Qingbai completely lost his composure. Like a man possessed, he commanded the remaining Ghost Kings and the endless horde of low-level shikigami to swarm Chen Guan without regard for the cost, attempting to bury him alive beneath sheer numbers.
But it was utterly meaningless.
Chen Guan’s body was like a bottomless black hole. The power of Creation and Regeneration granted him limitless recovery.
And with every shikigami he slew, the scythe grew stronger, while his own aura rose along with it.
“The fifth.”
“The sixth.”
“The seventh.”
Chen Guan’s figure darted through the army of demons. Every time he spoke, another Ghost King met its complete demise.
The scythe in his hand had now turned entirely blood-red. Flames of light burned along its blade, radiating terrifying heat powerful enough to distort space itself.
In less than a minute, only five of the twelve Ghost Kings remained.
They were afraid. They hesitated. They no longer dared to advance.
The low-level shikigami were even worse. Seeing Chen Guan as their natural enemy, they began retreating uncontrollably under the influence of instinct, fleeing from the human demon god who reaped everything in his path.
“No… Don’t retreat!”
Xiong Qingbai’s roar sounded so pale and powerless at that moment.
His Night Parade of One Hundred Demons—his invincible army, the force he had always been so proud of—was collapsing.
“It’s over.”
Chen Guan stopped and slowly raised his head. His gaze passed through the few remaining Ghost Kings, trembling in fear, and for the first time, fixed directly on the chief onmyoji, who had gone ashen and was shaking all over.
He raised the enormous scythe, which had completely transformed into blood crystal.
After devouring seven Ghost Kings and countless low-level shikigami, the power contained within the scythe had reached a terrifying level.
“This strike is something you gave me.”
Chen Guan’s voice pierced through the endless horde of shikigami and reached Xiong Qingbai’s ears with perfect clarity.
He summoned every ounce of his strength and swung the scythe forward.
A hundred-meter-long blood-red blade of light tore through the heavens, breaking free from the scythe’s edge and sweeping forward with an aura capable of annihilating all things.
The five remaining Ghost Kings could not put up even the slightest resistance before that blood-red blade. They were silently sliced in half at the waist, like butter beneath a hot knife.
Death was far from the end. The severed bodies immediately transformed into the purest energy and were swept into the blade of light, making its power even greater and forming a terrifying cycle.
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.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.
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!
