What the—?!
What’s happening now?
The countless spectators watching the live broadcast across the myriad worlds couldn’t stay seated.
What were they seeing?
Was the scene in the light screen real?
Seventeen! Those were seventeen Sovereigns of the Holy Domains!
And just like that… they turned into shattered ice cubes?!
Huh?
Did they just get wiped out?
But—but no way!
Those half-step Overlord Realm ants were still just ants in the end. The real show was yet to come!
Exactly!
All eyes turned to the man in the light screen—
The swordsman! Duan Jiujian!!
Unlike those half-step Overlord Domain Lords, he had walked the path of swordsmanship to prove his Dao!
His combat power far surpassed that of ordinary Overlords!
So, the battle wasn’t over yet!
Back in the Holy Domain battlefield.
Duan Jiujian’s aged eyes locked onto Su Muwan with deadly focus.
To be honest.
The pressure this newly ascended Domain Lord exuded was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life.
It had instinctively made him draw all nine of his spirit swords at once.
That alone spoke volumes about her strength—she was at least his equal.
But!
There was one thing Duan Jiujian had over Su Muwan.
Battle experience!
He had stepped into the Overlord Realm three thousand years ago. His mastery of combat and command over primordial power far surpassed hers!
So!
Time for a test!
With that thought, he slowly spoke, "Domain Lord Su, allow this old man to teach you… the principle of humility!"
The moment his words fell—
Whoosh!
A spirit sword wreathed in emerald light shot out from behind Duan Jiujian like a dragon emerging from the abyss.
Where its blade pointed, space itself shattered inch by inch!
The first sword had been unleashed!!
This was the blade that had once annihilated countless abominations!
Across the myriad worlds, countless spectators held their breaths. Gamblers in front of the live broadcast screens spammed frantically:
[Holy shit! Duan Jiujian made his move! The first sword alone tears through space?!]
[Su Muwan’s done for! This is a swordsman who entered the Overlord Realm three millennia ago!]
[The Eastern Glory Heaven Realm will win! I bet my entire fortune on this!]
[Wait—how am I seeing your messages??]
[Damn, the myriad worlds truly are full of wonders!]
Yet, contrary to everyone’s expectations of the sword piercing straight through Su Muwan’s body—
"Is that all?"
Su Muwan’s red lips curled slightly as she raised a delicate hand, a glimmer of frost condensing at her fingertip.
Crack!
The sword light, capable of splitting stars, froze solid an inch from her finger—
Then exploded into a shower of ice crystals!
"What?!"
Duan Jiujian’s pupils contracted sharply.
This strike had been a probe, but he hadn’t held back at all.
Every ounce of its power had been unleashed!
Damn it, she really wasn’t an ordinary Overlord!
In that case…
"Second Sword! Third Sword! Fourth Sword!
"Unleash!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three more spirit swords shot forth simultaneously.
One multiplied into countless blade shadows, one summoned divine thunder from the heavens, and one condensed netherworld miasma. Three swords together shook the very fabric of the world!
Everyone’s eyes widened.
Duan Jiujian had just used three swords at once?!
Surely Su Muwan wouldn’t handle this as easily as before?
Yet.
Su Muwan merely chuckled, her toes lightly tapping the void.
[Absolute Frost: Mirror Reversal.]
Hummm—!
A crystalline ice mirror materialized before her in an instant.
BOOM!!
The collision of energies erupted.
The terrifying might of the three swords was completely blocked by the mirror—and then—
Clang!!
All three swords rebounded toward Duan Jiujian, carrying even greater killing intent!
"What?!"
Duan Jiujian’s expression hardened as he hastily gathered energy to block.
CRACK!!
"Guh—!"
All three spirit swords shattered on impact.
The backlash sent him stumbling back three steps, blood trickling from his lips.
The myriad worlds’ spectators erupted:
[What the hell?! Su Muwan just countered four swords with passive defense?!]
[Is Duan Jiujian actually going to lose? My points are on the line!]
[Don’t panic! Five swords remain! His true killing move is yet to come!]
Meanwhile, on the ground battlefield—
While the Overlord duel in the sky stunned the masses, the earth below had already become a living hell.
"Ten Thousand Demon Banner—RISE!"
Qin Luo’s black robes billowed as he unfurled the sinister banner. Instantly, howling winds of resentment filled the air as countless vengeful spirits surged forth!
"Ah! What the hell is this?!"
A cultivator from the Eastern Glory Heaven Realm barely had time to scream before the wraiths engulfed him—his flesh melting away as his soul joined the spectral tide.
Onlookers twitched at the sight.
Everyone knew one thing:
Ghost cultivators needed time to refine living souls.
The duration depended on their cultivation.
But Qin Luo?
Kill—convert—repeat.
The process was nearly instantaneous!
His Ten Thousand Demon Banner had become a perpetual slaughter engine!
Just how terrifying was this demonic cultivator?!
Qin Luo swept a glance over the cannon fodder before him, then glanced up at the isolated battle above.
A faint smirk curled his lips.
This was just the appetizer.
The real enemies were still waiting.
So until then…
With a flick of his wrist, the black banner lashed out again.
Might as well harvest these lives to fuel the banner’s power!
The banner’s wave unleashed a tsunami of wraiths.
Where they passed, allied cultivators fell in droves—only to rise again as new specters joining the slaughter.
"This is insane! He’s cheating!"
"Qin Luo’s demonic arts are broken! Every kill just adds to his army!"
"Retreat! This battle’s unwinnable!"
The allied forces crumbled into chaos as Huo Feng led the Netherfrost Holy Domain’s cultivators in a merciless advance.
A war formation of ice and fire ground forward like a meat grinder.
Huo Feng’s spear moved like a dragon, piercing a dozen cultivators in one thrust—flames erupting to reduce them to ash.
"Our Domain Lord was killed by Su Muwan!"
"Run for your lives!!"
Some Holy Domain cultivators, now leaderless, broke ranks entirely.
With their Sovereigns dead, staying meant certain doom.
"Escape? Do you really think you can?"
Qin Luo chuckled darkly, the Ten Thousand Demon Banner unfurling once more.
Skeletal hands burst from the earth, dragging fleeing soldiers into the banner’s depths.
The scene was nothing short of infernal.
Of course, even as Qin Luo mopped up the battlefield below, he kept one eye on Su Muwan’s duel above.
Ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.
High in the sky—
"Su Muwan… you are indeed formidable."
"In three thousand years, I’ve never seen a monster like you."
Duan Jiujian wiped the blood from his lips, battlelust burning in his eyes. "But let’s see if you can handle this next strike."
At this point, this was no longer about the Holy Domain War.
This was a battle for battle’s sake.
His right hand beckoned.
"Fifth Sword—Star Burial!"
The sword emerged—and the heavens split!
This blade channeled the power of the stars.
Its light poured down like a galactic river, annihilating space in its wake.
Vortexes of spatial distortion swirled as chaotic currents erupted.
Su Muwan arched a brow, flipping her palm to summon a glacial longsword.
With a single swing—
[Absolute Frost: Heaven’s Cleave]
Whoosh—!
The ice blade clashed against the stellar river.
The explosion of frost and starlight painted the sky in dazzling cerulean—
Leaving every onlooker trembling in awe.
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!
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?!
