"Death throes."
Ling Yu's voice suddenly echoed from all directions.
Twelve searchlights pivoted simultaneously, their beams interlacing into a hexagram formation.
The shadowy veins that had been severed suddenly writhed back to life, coalescing within the star pattern into a three-meter-tall greataxe. Countless blood-red pupils blinked open along its blade.
Whoosh!
Then—
The axe came crashing down toward the two figures below with devastating force. At the moment of impact—
"Look out!"
Chen Mo wrapped his arms around Ye Qingmei, rolling them both to the right just in time.
BOOM!
The entire arena floor fractured, a five-meter-deep chasm splitting the ground where they'd stood moments before.
"Pathetic resistance."
Ling Yu's voice resonated again.
Twelve duplicates materialized.
Simultaneously, the crimson pupils along the axe blade rotated with a sinister hum—before firing laser-like shadow beams.
"ARGHHH!!"
Ye Qingmei's combat suit seared where the beams grazed, black veins immediately surfacing across her skin.
She collapsed, completely incapacitated by the pain.
Chen Mo could only stare at the monstrous axe through his left eye, fist clenched in helpless fury.
Was this...
really how far they'd make it?
But—
Just as the thought crossed his mind—
"We've come to aid you!!"
A clear male voice pierced through the battlefield.
BOOM!
Golden Buddhist radiance descended from the heavens as a swirling swastika sigil deflected every shadow beam.
A young monk in moon-white robes floated down on sacred scriptures, his nine-ringed staff chiming with each movement.
Behind him, a Miao girl in traditional dress sent a storm of silver bells flying, the buzzing of her gu insects resembling torrential rain.
"Damn monsters! Taste my latest gu creations!" she shouted.
"Great Compassion Mantra: Diamond Realm!"
The monk clasped his hands together, and a barrier of Buddhist light instantly enveloped Chen Mo and Ye Qingmei.
The shadowy veins on Ye Qingmei's skin squirmed like living serpents under the holy light before sloughing off entirely.
"Reinforcements?"
"Futile."
Ling Yu's greataxe suddenly pivoted midair. Every pupil along its blade ruptured at once, spraying black blood-rain.
Sizzle—
Where the droplets struck the holy barrier, corrosive smoke began rising.
"Careful! That's—"
Chen Mo's warning was cut short as shadowy tentacles erupted from the ground.
Their tips split open like trumpet flowers, emitting piercing infrasound waves.
The Miao girl's silver bell-gu exploded in succession as spiderweb cracks raced across the Buddhist barrier.
Then—
"Move!"
A woman's icy voice cut through the chaos.
A silver sword-light cascaded like a reversed galaxy—swish! swish! swish!—severing every shadow tentacle at their roots.
"Why are there so many monsters here?"
"My master's gonna scold me for wasting talismans again..."
A sword-riding Daoist nun sighed dramatically while flinging seven talismans skyward. Thunder coalesced above the arena, taking the form of a cyan-scaled dragon.
The wind pressure from the dragon's dive extinguished three of the twelve searchlights.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Three duplicates vanished.
Finally—
Hummm.
Amid swirling black mist, Ling Yu's true form appeared atop one remaining searchlight, his face obscured by a playing card mask.
All remaining duplicates merged back into him.
"Heh..."
Before the assembled fighters—
Squelch!
He plunged both hands into his own chest, withdrawing two spinal-column swords.
The sonic boom from their collision made three nearby martial artists bleed from their ears and noses.
"Amusing," Ling Yu said, his voice suddenly mimicking the monk's cadence. "Diamond Temple's bald donkey... Qingcheng Mountain's ox-nosed..."
His body began expanding grotesquely. "Let me show you what true—"
Thunk!
The monologue ended abruptly.
The Miao girl had materialized behind him, an acupuncture needle buried in his neck. "Mister, you talk too much."
Tens of thousands of shadow-devouring gu poured through the needle, making Ling Yu's skin bulge with squirming lumps.
"Fall back!" the Daoist nun barked.
Not a second too soon—Ling Yu's bloated body detonated. But instead of gore, liquid shadows erupted outward, coalescing midair into hundreds of ravens.
Each bird's eyes held a different person's pupils.
"Illusions! Don't look!"
Chen Mo's right eye—the True Sight Pupil—pierced through the flock, spotting three ravens with glowing cores.
"There!" he roared. "Three o'clock! Ten o'clock! Six o'clock! Kill those three!"
No hesitation.
Every fighter unleashed their strongest techniques toward the marked targets.
SCREEE—
The ravens shrieked as they collapsed back into humanoid form.
The regrouped fighters gasped.
Ling Yu now stood with half his body gleaming like polished metal, the other half a rotting corpse.
His left arm had morphed into a gatling gun, while his right hand clutched the Daoist nun's sword.
"Thanks for the meal."
He pulled the trigger—shadow bullets infused with Buddhist light and thunderbolts tore through the battlefield.
The monk's Diamond Realm shattered instantly. The Daoist nun's hastily-erected Taiji diagram developed gaping holes.
"He's absorbing and replicating our abilities?!" Chen Mo realized in horror.
This wasn't a fight—it was a farce.
The battle deteriorated rapidly.
Ling Yu teleported between the nine remaining searchlights, each reappearance showcasing deadlier weapon combinations.
When he manifested as a three-headed, six-armed asura, his palms simultaneously conjured Buddhist seals, Daoist thunder, and Miao gu poison.
Even these prodigies felt despair creeping in. "What kind of bullshit... gets stronger the longer you fight him?!"
"If this continues..."
We'll all die...
Chen Mo coughed blood, his right eye's vision blurring crimson.
The thought looped: We'll die... die... die?
No—
His fist smashed the ground. Beside him, Ye Qingmei lay motionless.
He still had a wedding to attend. A future to share with her.
This couldn't be the end!
If death was inevitable either way—
Then burn it all!
True Sight Pupil—if you chose me as protagonist, then now's the time... to give me the hero's script!
Chen Mo's eyes flew wide.
Blood dripped steadily onto the fractured arena.
Under the pupil's overclocked vision, he saw shadowy threads extending from every person—all converging toward...
The lights? The searchlights?
Those weren't power sources for duplicates...
No—
His breath hitched.
"The light formation!" Chen Mo screamed hoarsely. "The searchlights are energy nodes!!"
He'd guessed wrong earlier. This wasn't about powering clones—
It was the monster's true body—an array formation!
As if confirming his epiphany, the nine remaining lights suddenly projected beams that wove into a cage.
Every ability within was suppressed. Even the Daoist nun's flying sword clattered to the ground.
"Damn it—"
Chen Mo pressed against the crushing force, face twisted in frustration.
Ling Yu's true form hovered at the cage's center, shadow energy coalescing into a throne behind him.
"Game over."
"How pitiful—you'll never even glimpse my king's majesty."
His hand clenched. The light-cage contracted.
Squelch.
The nearest martial artist's body contorted violently, flesh and blood siphoned away as shadow energy fed the throne.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Warriors exploded into crimson mist one after another.
Chen Mo lay paralyzed, bitterness flooding his mouth.
Was this... truly the end?
But—
Are you really going to accept this, Chen Mo?
Is this really how it ends?
You're not dead yet... You're not dead yet, Chen Mo...
So... that's right...
My heart is still beating.
"I... can't give up!"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
